Monday, March 28, 2011

Expiration Dates

Do you ever check the expiration date on your driver’s license? Well, me neither.

This past weekend I was studying with Brooke and she wanted to see the picture on my license. I think everyone has those moments where you laugh at your 16-year-old picture – looking at the bull-cuts, highlight streaks, or awkward grins.

After she got done admiring my picture, she commented that my license was expired. By three months.

Oh goody.

So I went into the DMV this morning and was informed that I had to take the written exam to get it renewed.

As I’m sitting there agonizing over these painful questions at my undersized kiosk, these 15-year-olds are just cranking through this test. Flying. I could have sworn one of them was playing DDR with their fingers as they chose their answers within a fraction of a second.

Sweating bullets I’m having to chose between slowly following a bicyclist to slowly passing. Hesitantly  I submitted my test. Definitely harder than any test at the private university I attend.

I passed, and what was the reward?

The joy to now be considered an official Utah resident. Farewell Washington stereotypes – I’ll miss recycling and socks with my sandals. 




1 comment:

martha said...

hahaha i love it. i had to do the same thing recently. ugh, lame, right? at least i think my picture improved ;)