It’s been a cold week here. The “school” where I’m taking my CDL classes only had regular classes on Monday. Since then, mornings have begun around zero degrees with a wind-chill under minus 10 degrees. They DID have some of the fellows there today, who are farther along than my group, doing some lot maneuvers. I don’t know if they had anyone on the road or not. I stopped in to borrow an atlas so I could do one of my projects over the weekend that would have been done this week, had there been classes. They also made a copy of my CDL learner’s permit.
From that last sentence, you can gather that I took and passed the remaining part of my written exam today (which I flunked last week). I still missed a question, but I passed. In doing my studying, I think I figured out PART of why I didn’t do better last week. There are a few parts of the brake system that are known by multiple names. Instead of standardizing their terms, they use them indiscriminately in the test, which is confusing to an old muddle-headed fellow like me. I guess an extra week of studying helped me to remember them better. I have to wonder, though, since they’re trying to standardize laws and licensing across the whole country, why are they not standardizing terms? Oh well, I passed; that’s the main thing.
Two other classmates showed up while I was at the DMV. I hope they passed, as well. Also, I learned that I could have taken my original test here in my home town, rather than clear down at the state capitol. But, for some reason, they haven’t advertised the fact, so my school didn’t know about it. I suspect they made the change when they moved into their new building last year. I’ll try to remember to tell the manager up there Monday.
We went to the Chinese Emporium this afternoon to get a birthday gift for our youngest granddaughter. While there, I needed to use the restroom, but found the floor covered with urine, and the commode spattered with juice from a guy’s snuff. I could have used the other one, had I waited. However, since I know the guy who would have had to clean up the mess (a former coworker), I did it for him and went ahead and used that one. You really can’t put tobacco juice down the side of a “spittoon” that large and put that much urine on the floor without meaning to do so. I guess it’s good that I didn’t see the guy doing it; I might have done something terribly unchristian and mopped up the mess with HIM! Some guys are such destructive pigs. © 2014