Today, Stella have finally passed the road test. We are very glad. To us, it's far beyond a license. Failing in the test, merely a symbolic representation of all the tear we broke into and unhappiness we faced in this stupid country. Those rude examiners, their bad languages sort of summarized many things we have seen.
We are hurt, not by a couple of people, but the whole world (i know it's just a feeling, not true).
A sister I met in church made a wise observation. "No need to envy those people who are in good shape, they are (or they seems to be) just because they have been stuck here for a longer time ." I like this thought, and it's really true. We have been stuck for a long time, therefore we get our license.
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Examiners here are polite, very professional. After the exam, they don't just tell you why you fail, but also tell you why it's dangerous and how you can improve yourself. Why don't you think of moving to a wiser country?
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