Crestfallen

Crestfallen. The first word that came to mind when I was asked to head back to the parking ground where I started my Traffic Police driving test, after my circuit session. I was carrying high hopes of passing the driving test, to get it over and done with, having spent countless weekends and paid leaves to learn how to drive for the past 5 months. I was carrying the hopes of being able to drive my mum and nainai on 25 May when we meet for lunch. My instructor was carrying hopes for me to pass as he told me that he hoped to hear good news from me before I went for the test.

But, I failed. 30 points. I struck the kerb twice in my parallel parking which I’ve never done so during my practices.

I was disappointed that I’ve dashed hopes – mine, my family and my instructor’s. It was an emotion I’ve not felt so strongly for a long time.

Called DR and sobbed. Headed home and closed my eyes for about 20 minutes, and I felt better after that. Rest and food are God-given comfort to manage one’s emotions. Thankful also for my colleagues who shared how they only passed on the 2nd or 3rd time over WhatsApp. It helps to know you are not alone.

Now after a failure, got to try again and not be afraid. The next time, stronger.

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