So the thread title tells you pretty much what happened today. I had my drive test today and failed before I even drove out the car park. For you non-Aussies out there this means I failed the test that gives me a license to drive solo. I got to the driving office an hour before my test, had a forty minute lesson with my instructor feeling calm, yet alert then got back to the office and sorted out the paperwork. My nerves started kicking in and I dealt with the situation in my usual style of refusing to show any emotion. As the clerk was asking me the usual questions “are you taking any medication that may affect your driving?” and so on I answered in a very grave, monotonous voice. At the end she asked “are you always so serious?” I replied laughing “yes,” and took the hint to calm down – a huge mistake. Shortly afterwards the test started. I passed the pre-drive test in which you to demonstrate the use of the controls on the car. Indicators, head lights etc. easy stuff. The instructor got into the car next to me and the examiner in the back seat. Off we went. I drove out the car park feeling slightly too relaxed. Somebody reversed out in front of me without looking, I pressed the brake, my instructor slammed down the brake. Test terminated. I parked the car and we discussed what just happened. Because my instructor intervened I failed the test. He himself said it was my right of way. This means that if we crashed the other driver would have been liable to pay for the repairs on both cars. My instructor drove me home and for the next few hours I was feeling pretty pissed off as you might imagine. I had a few shots of dad's Irish crème liquor then went on a walk eating an unhealthy number of chocolate bars. During my walk I envisioned a situation where we did crash, screwing the other driver over, and another where I was sending my instructor an email containing a wide variety of curses. When I got home I did the usual housechores and calmed down. No manifestation verbally or textually of a single profanity. What surprised me the most is my dad. I couldn't avoid telling him what happened as he walked through the door. He paid for the test and being the abnormally quick tempered man he is I was expecting him to unleash himself into a demonic fury of offensive language. Without raising his voice he told me to book another test. And that is how I spent half a day.