The Italian driving test has been the bane of our existence for a while now. Ryan and I initially took the written test, known as the "theoretical test," at the end of last semester. The whole thing was all very elaborate. One of UD's bus drivers has a friend with a driving school an hour away. We were told our chances of passing would be good (wink,wink) if we went with them. So we studied our tials off, drove an hour to the random town of Frosinone, and failed. Ryan and I both failed by only one question which is insanely frustrating. It is also frustrating that the WatermanWards passed after much lamenting bc they had not studied, grrrrr. Bernadette apologized to me afterward. She said she had not prayed for me bc she was too busy praying that Dane would pass, which he did. She then informed me that I failed bc I do not know Italian, even though the test was in English. It was not quite what I needed to hear at that moment.
Our make-up test was rescheduled for Monday morning, yesterday, and just to make it that much more fun the laws have changed and the Italian government no longer offers the test in English. So not only did we have to spend our break studying driving laws that NO ONE FOLLOWS but we had to learn them all in Italian. Once again we studied our tails off, drove an hour to Frosinone, and...failed...again. And this time Bernadette was right, I failed bc I do not know Italian. It was thoroughly depressing. Hopefully third time's the charm.
Oh, and the students came back.
The only saving grace of the past few days has been the fantastic spring weather along with the sangria and peanut butter rice krispie treats we made to drown our sorrows:)