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Monday 14 January 2002
8.39am
In 21 minutes I have my third driving lesson. It's raining.
I feel sick to my stomach. Surely this fear will subside eventually?
It's bloody ridiculous.
9.57am
Back. The whole experience is totally exhausting. I hate it
when people sit on my tail or try to push past me just because
I have an L plate on and because I am sitting on the speed
limit. Despite quite a lot of residual fear hanging around
making me laugh nervously and my palms sweat crazily, I am
definitely getting better. After three lessons I get a little
less freaked out when first getting into the car. During the
first lesson I felt completely detached - like I was watching
the world around me zoom past like a sped up movie and it
was just sheer luck that I got home without a near miss. Now
I actually feel like I am more of a part of it, and the car
is more in my control. All the same, negotiating trams is
hard. Turning right through traffic is hard. My instructor
said it could take up to 15 lessons before I am ready to sit
the test. He had 400 students last year and not one of them
failed the test. There is a glimmer of hope on the horizon.
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