Jumbled up emotions
When I was done writing the blog entry today, realizing that God is going to be there for me always... I decided to spend majority of the remaining 2 hours to speak to the Lord. It'd been a long time since I spent time with Jesus one on one for such a long period. I was focused on Jesus, offering my deepest concerns and prayers to him...
I was feeling extremely nervous the entire day... and even after the practical session in the morning, didn't really help to calm my nerves. I looked to Jesus... praying that He will send grace upon me. As I spoke to him... I expressed my deepest shortcomings, my mistakes, my faults, and just about everything negative I could think of to Him... even perhaps discrediting to whatever good works I've done for the past few years.
I shared with the Lord again about how my life took a turn for the worse in 1998... what a serious mistake that led me to make nest errors as each month and year went past in a blink of an eye. How meeting Pearlie affected my relationship with Mavis... the emotions and decisions I made in the past... why I chose to make them and what the results of the consequences were after doing that... it brought back a lot of hurtful and sorrowful memories while sharing it with Jesus... but Jesus was sitting just right there in front of me... listening to my worries and troubles... reminding me through the Holy spirit, that I don't need to brood over such things and that He's already forgiven me...
I prayed like I've never prayed before for a test/exam... and it didn't feel like it was a long prayer... felt God's presence quite strongly after the prayer. I realized that eversince I got my 'O' level results, I thought that I could do almost anything I wanted... but what I didn't know and realized too late was that it was so important for me to have chosen a career path and stick with it all the way, only that would enable me to end up getting a proper job with a respectable reputation starting early when I go to work.
However even as I erred on so many occasions, I realized that God had always been there for me, doing big and small miracles here and there... making sure that whatever I do I don't land myself into harm. Which is really typical of a Father caring for His child... and I thanked the Lord for all those opportunities and things that He'd given me.
After praying... it was still a bit early, so I went to take a shower and changed before I set off. I almost underestimated the time I needed to shower and get ready to set off. But the Lord was right there for me sending bus 187 with just a couple minutes of waiting at the bus stop. I then arrived 12 mins earlier at the centre, and didn't really need to wait that long as compared to my previous test.
My warm-up kind of made me lose my self-confidence a little again... I didn't strike any kerbs this time. But I had a lot of hiccups to changing gears, speed adjustments, and also braking, which was pointed out by the instructor. I was nervous. I think I'm not really a good driver at that point of time, but I pressed on, applying what everyone has taught me. I'd forgotten that the warm-up was actually really short, and when it was over, negative vibes began to creep into that weak head of mine. My heart began to race... I was getting more and more nervous.
As I took my seat just outside the TP counter, I realized that I'd totally forgotten that I left my bag in the backseat of the car, and that almost destroyed me, everyone was relaxed enough to take their bags up with them. I sat there, trying my best to filter the negative thoughts away... but I was just soooo nervous. My mind had already halted, and I was just overcome with nervousness that I could hardly think. The nervousness had already moved on to panic.
But then I began to ask myself, am I going to pass or fail? If I'm going to pass, I just need to do what I've been taught so far. If I'm going to fail, its going to mean that I've not learnt anything after so many lessons. Am I a qualified driver? And my answer to that was... It's not that I dunno how to drive, in fact I can drive. If I do everything correctly as expected of what the instructors had taught me, I guess at least I can say I've done my best, pass or fail its up to them to decide. And I kept telling myself that I can drive and I just need to do things properly... it did help to calm my nerves, but I was still nervous.
Finally the chief tester called us into the room, there were about 8-10 of us taking the test. We balloted and I got test route number 2. Looked at route, man... I'd need to go down all the way to bukit batok central to do that U-turn. I tried to nail the route into my head. So then we began waiting for our names to be called out, I was still nervous. Got called up, and there was my tester... didn't seem as friendly as the other testers who smiled at the ladies.
Got down to the car, got in, seat belt, engine switched on, slowly tried to compose myself and go through the checks. Adjusted the mirrors, and I adjusted the left side mirror looking at my right one instead! Luckily I didn't panic, but I was still nervous. Tester said ok ready to go, so I started off... I made the engine whir a little loud because I dare not clutch out, then I remembered I got to clutch out more. When traffic was clear, I set off smoothly and switched to 2nd gear.
My circuit was done perfectly, didn't clip at kerbs, parked straight, signaled correctly, slope was perfectly done, did all my checks. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when I completed the circuit. There was one lady learner that mounted the entire kerb, not once, not twice, but 3 times from 1 kerb to the next! And I could see her covering her mouth as the car just went over the kerb, while I was just about to parallel park. I almost hit the kerb while doing my crank course... Almost man... was so close.
As I was going out to the road, I made a right turn too late with an oncoming car, and the tester said "Why did u make the turn? The car was so close cannot see ah?", and I nodded my head pressing my lips. I slowly made my way out, and had to make a right turn, this was where my judgement had to come into the picture, I had to wait for a little longer than usual, but I managed to make a decision, and my right turn was almost perfect. Later on I'd change lane and ended up overtaking an oncoming car, then the tester exclaimed, "How can you change lane like that? Didn't you see the car on the right? You got to look in front!" I felt bad... but I didn't let it affect my performance, and I continued to do what I needed to do while making another right turn.
And we just headed back to the driving centre very quickly, everything else was ok. The tester lectured me about my blind spots, that I check too much. "Checking blind spot too much can make u blind" he said. And kept lecturing me emphasising and asked if I checked the mirror, I realized my mistake and he continued saying it to me. I maintained eye contact with him, listening to him... and I began to think... "I'm gonna get immediate failure for changing lane without due care..." And my heart began to sink... but then he finally said "I'm going to let you pass... blah blah blah" and my heart was like "WHHOOOOOPPEEEEEEE!!!!" but I had to keep those emotions under control as he haven't started marking the test script yet. 14 points... wow... I passed... I really didn't know what to feel then... I didn't know if I kept my composure to put up a front... or whether I was really remorseful for the mistake that I've made not checking the mirrors.
I was trying my best to keep my emotions controlled, I didn't know for what... scared lose face or prevent myself from hurting someone who just failed. I was still thinking a lot... I needed to let go... but I couldn't do so... even when I called baby... I didn't sound all that happy about it. Deep down inside I wanted to explode, but I really couldn't... I began to suppress my joy throughout the rest of my day...
While having dinner with baby... I wanted so much to tell her exactly what happened, but there just wasn't enough time to share... and I knew how she was feeling and I didn't want her to feel the same way as me bottling up my emotions with no outlet to let go... So I decided to let her go first... at least at the end of the day, she'd feel really happy.
But then I realized that I was suppressing my joy so much... and that I had no outlet to express... not even to my family yet. And the lecture started off bad... had to do a summary of an article given last week which I didn't bring... and Dr Ann was gonna call out 6-7 pple to answer the summary. I was sitting front... and I wasn't in a good mood already... let alone approach the guy 2 seats away asking him to share the article with me... I felt really lousy...
I left the class to the canteen, feeling miserable for no reason, and also to escape from having being called out and being publicly embarassed for not contributing to the class as I really had no mood to ask a stranger to share the article with me. Pure irony isn't it? I had a cup of chinese tea... and I began to picture Jesus sitting opposite me, being there for me... it did comfort me a little bit... but still I had no outlet to express my feelings and joy. I realized that the joy of passing the test had disappeared... and I really wanted to share with baby about it... but that was just how I felt at that point of time. I guess if baby read this she'd be very upset with herself... but I don't blame her... I mean she's really happy too... and it must always be me who bring her down... and I really don't want to do that. Again I got to control my emotions.
But poor baby had her lesson stretch till almost 10.20pm. Stupid lecturer, I think he's going to get complained for holding back the class so late. Does it really take so much time? Perhaps he probably has an explanation for that. Sigh... but baby came out fine and dandy... still smiling ear to ear... well at least one of us is happy.... she called candice and shared with her about her victory... me? I wanted to call Lee too, but I felt that she'd be jealous and hurt if I did so. She let me drive her car back to my place, and when I reached home, she was still on the phone. I guess there's nothing much I could say... just wait for her lor... so I parked the car for awhile... waiting for her to finish sharing. I was exhausted... drained... moody... and patheticly unenthusiastic about passing my driving... I really felt like a piece of shit last night in front of baby. But I tried to look happy and kiss her goodbye.
I think I'll go for a run right now... weather's been very nice. Pray that God will relieve me of my brokenness.
