Do you still remember the pain and happiness when you took the driver's license in the third exam of women's subjects?

In front of a tough woman, I am also a little ashamed. . Ah ha ha

For a family of three dogs who learn to drive, only they know the ups and downs. .

How many people spent a lot of energy and money on that certificate. . There are all kinds of eyes that are rejected by the coach. Maybe even scold.

On March 25, 20 17, I took the first exam in subject 2, had two opportunities, and failed in the first time; The second time, the right library hangs up;

201April 7 12, the second exam of subject 2, the first time I went out of the S-bend, the right rear wheel was pressed. Then I thought, if I can't pass the coach, I'll start all over again and live like a dream. After getting off the bus in shock, I cheered. My strong psychological quality was scolded by the coach!

Enroll at the end of 20 16, 12, 17, 10 and stay at home all winter. It's too cold. I really don't want to practice driving!

On March 10, the coach urged him in every way, and finally got up the courage and decided to start practicing driving. Seeing the coach, in his thirties, with a tall, thin, angular face and wearing a pair of sunglasses, people felt that the air within one meter around him was below zero, and he shuddered instantly. On the first day of driving practice, I simply stepped on the clutch, put in gear and hit the steering wheel. Although the coach looked strict, he basically didn't lose his temper, but it was okay. However, with this aura and my timid character, think about the experience of many people being scolded for practicing driving, alas! How to practice later? Sad!

March 1 1, the coach taught me to build the front of the car, and then stopped. I thought it might be to check my reaction ability, and then the coach put me on the S-bend with a cold face. I don't know if the coach thinks he is too stupid and should start with simple exercises, or if all the students are following this procedure. So I strongly resisted the fresh, curious, exciting, fun, eager and disdainful emotions in my heart, so I made a serious S-bend. Soon all my emotions were suppressed by the frost on the coach's face. First of all, lifting the clutch will lead to flameout, so the head-on is the coach's training: "Lift the clutch slowly and tell you to lift the clutch slowly." After n times of training, it became: "Lift the clutch, then turn off the engine, and you can test the automatic car." Although I am timid, I am stubborn more often. Besides, did I just learn to drive? What's so hard about that? All these thoughts, so I held the steering wheel, else, and began to fight with my silent little emotions. While walking in the S-bend, you are training beside you, and you are silent. The result was a coach's emotional outburst: "Did you hear that?" "..." "Did you hear that?" "..." "Did you hear that?" "I heard it." After repeating it over and over again, feeling the coach's anger, I compromised in an almost inaudible voice. "If you hear me, promise me." The coach also endured the anger he tried to suppress. "hmm." I am a voice so low that I can hardly hear it.

In the next two days, March 12 and March 13, I have to disguise my inner and outer appearance to be super big before practicing driving, and then I calmly called the coach: "* * * I'm coming." Then I can hear the coach's concise and dignified voice on the other end of the phone, "You * * * wait for me at the venue where you practice individual events." Well, if you don't pick me up, I always go by myself. I can only complain a few words after hanging up the phone, then walk to the venue in a trance and find the coach's car among the many cars. It's interesting to say that the title between me and the coach is also interesting. I always call the coach by his first name. I don't know if this inadvertently angered him and challenged his limits. Perhaps few students will be so unscrupulous, and then he even calls me by my first name. Every time I practice driving, the narrow space in the car has been filled with two conflicting emotions, the coach's rage and my students' stubbornness and extreme depression. From time to time, there are various trainings of the coach. I want to give the answers like flies and mosquitoes: "I understand", "I understand" and "hmm"; I often complain in my heart, what kind of coach is this? Just let me take S-bend and teach nothing. You want me to teach myself.