  On Friday I had to relive one of the defining moments of my life. In order to be street legal in the US, I have to have a California drivers license and in order to get one of those I had to take my driving test...again!
8 years ago when I first went through the whole horrible process in the UK, the angst and profuse sweating was offset by the knowledge that I would never have to go through it again. Well, 8 years later, at the age of 25, there I was. The one major difference is that when one first takes their test, it is such a rite of passage, moving you one step closer to adulthood, one step closer to total independence.
I think it's safe to say that I am fairly independent these days, so there was no huge pressure for me to pass (unlike the hundreds of sixteen year olds that were taking their test on the same day). That said, whilst I think I am a good driver and wasn't overlay concerned about failing, the whole experience did bring back some bad memories! Luckily the actual test consisted of driving around the block (no three point turns, no parallel parking) and I only failed on a couple of points (I hit a dog or something). Anyway, hopefully this time, I can say "this will be the last time I have to ever take my driving test"! 
