📅 The Beginning: November 2024
Today, I had my driving test — and I failed.
Most people would say it’s normal and that I should try again. But no, I’m giving up. Because each failure costs me an extra $100, and I can’t afford it. The road is too long… Just returning home today took me 3 hours.
Now let me tell you the whole story from the beginning, because this has been going on for almost 10 months.

🏠 Starting with My Cousin
In November 2024, I enrolled in a driving course. At that time, I was staying with my cousin, so attending the lessons was easy. But later, we stopped talking and everything changed.
📚 First Theory Exam Failure
Not long after, I took the first theory exam — and failed.
But it wasn’t my fault. The course didn’t provide proper lessons. The building was just a shabby apartment. On top of that, I was supposed to get 15 hours of driving lessons, but they gave me only 7 hours.
🚌 Endless Travel Struggles
Getting from home to the course took nearly 2 hours, and the return trip was the same.
Waiting for buses was torture — sometimes over 30 minutes. Sometimes I got lost and had to switch between 4 different vehicles: metro, bus, tram…
🏚️ Terrible Course Conditions
The course building was old and dirty. The kitchen was disgusting. From the start, I knew studying there would be impossible, but I still accepted it.
My biggest mistake was not choosing a place closer to home.
🚘 Instructors and Cars
The course had only 2 instructors.
One crashed a car while I was inside and refused to admit it. The other constantly spoke in a humiliating way.
The cars were extremely old; no hill-start assist, a broken handbrake, and awful gearboxes.
❄️ Harsh Days
One snowy day, getting back home took more than 3 hours. I cried, cursed, slipped, and my herniated disc got worse.
That day, the instructor didn’t even let me drive, saying I was “inadequate.”
💔 From Confidence to Depression
This journey, which I started to gain confidence, only broke me down. I fell into depression and couldn’t cope.
The only relief after failing the exam was finally being free of that awful course.
But every time I go out, I’m reminded of how far behind I am compared to others my age. Maybe none of it was my fault — but I can’t change anything. And so, I just sit alone once again.