On Tuesday, October 27, I finally got my G2 driver's license.
For those that don't know the Ontario licensing system, earning the G1 is based on a written test and succeeding allows you to drive, but only with someone experienced in the front passenger's seat. The G2 is earned through a drivetest and allows you to operate a vehicle unsupervised. This is where I've been stuck. There is also a full G license but we don't need to get into that right now.
If you've been reading this blog for awhile, you'll know that this has been a project long in the making.
I got my G1 at the age of 19 after breaking up with my first girlfriend. At that time, I was despairing and feeling that I needed some form of forward motion or I would lose motivation entirely. I passed the test but despite the license being good for six years, I would need to renew it three times.
This is because I didn't have anyone close enough to me to practice. My mother stopped driving in my early teens and my extended family all lived in different cities. After finishing Canada World Youth and before beginning college, I did stay with my grandparents in Kenabeek for a few months, expressly so that my grandfather could teach me how to drive.
This almost worked. I was able to practice every day and even went as far as taking the drivetest. I failed, with the instructor saying that I didn't make any disqualifying errors, but that I'd made an accumulation of minor ones.
I got into a situation where I either didn't have enough time or didn't have enough money for driving lessons. After graduating college, I spent three years making my income through a combination of temporary and gig work. Then I got a job at a group home, but I was also doing four Direct Support contracts, teaching Safe Management, and going to university. I attempted driving lessons in this era, but scheduling was too much of a mess.
A year ago (I think, might have been two), I tried my second driving school and took ten lessons. But because my license was going to expire between the time of scheduling and the time of testing, I needed to apply for an extension. Which I did successfully, but on the day I accidentally brought the receipt instead of the document itself and they wouldn't let me try. I renewed my G1 the same day.
This year I went for a third driving school. I chose it by sending emails to a bunch of different places describing my apprehensions just to see which would respond the best. I said that I didn't have access to my own vehicle and would need to use one from the school, that I was tall and didn't fit well into most cars, that I was anxious, that I had ADHD, and that I was old and insecure about starting something that so many people learn in their youth. Obviously no school can help with all that, but I just wanted to test their chill.
Most of the responses I got sounded either automated, generic, or overly optimistic. The place I went with, Treadz, gave a pretty thorough and realistic response. I remember them mentioning the types of cars that are used as training vehicles, explaining why the height thing would likely be a pervasive issue for me.
So I booked ten lessons with them and a test date. The opportunity to follow through on it would be snatched away from me again though, as Lee-Anne's surgery wound up getting booked at the same time. All things considered, her situation needed to take priority. However, after rescheduling my test, the surgeon cancelled on her a second time because they broke their machine again.
Around this time I did a tarot reading on the topic, and the gist was that I would only get my license if I wanted it for myself, and that I would never succeed if my intentions were to be in service to another.
The weather was getting worse, and it felt like things were set up to potentially go wrong again in the exact same way. But this time it didn't.
I felt really self-conscious of using the school's vehicle, as it made me a representative in a way. All these companies have statistics with the success rates of their students and I didn't want to be an exception, especially because I was pretty sure that my instructor was one of the two founders. Most of the Treadz vehicles just had a "hat" to show their status as a training vehicle, but mine had large decals.
I had no idea if I would be capable of passing. I was really 50/50 about it. During the test, I was very conscientious that you would get docked points for going over the speed limit, but not for going under unless it was by an egregious amount. So I went comfortably under even though I know that's annoying for the people around me. I was aware that most of the points connected to parking came from checking blind spots and being cautious, not from the exactness of the final position. So I put all my focus in that and the result was maybe the worst parallel park I've ever done, although I think it was still kind of okay.
The test was booked for an hour. I've no idea how long it actually took but it didn't feel that long. My examiner told me that I met ministry standards but that I should work on my parking and I need to relax.
I'll take it.















