I recently got my licence at the ripe age of 23. as a queer woman with horrid executive dysfunction, it was maybe the hardest test I’ve taken in my life ! I cried *every single time* I failed (usually in front of a bunch of 16 year olds) and on my 8th try, I cried bc I finally passed <3
in some ways, I’m glad it took forever bc I know my city’s public transit system like the back of my hand. I can be anywhere at anytime and have an internal compass of all the routes home.
nothing truly radicalizes you about the state of public transit in north america like not being able to drive. cars shouldn’t be a requirement for life!
