A Driver's Licence Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I JUST GOT 18. I AM READY NOW TO GO INTO A DRIVING SCHOOL TO LEARN AND EXPERIENCE THE ACTUAL MEANING OF DRIVING. FIRST OF ALL I HAVE DO THE WRITTEN TEST ON THE COMPUTER AND IF I PASS IT, I WILL HAVE TO MOVE TO THE SECOND STAGE. THE DRIVING SCHOOL'S TRAINERS WILL HELP ME DRIVE ON ALL ROADS AN STREETS. I HAVE TO LEARN ALL STOP SIGNS, YIELD SIGNS, SCHOOL BUSES, AND A LOT OF SIGNS. I HAVE TO CHECK THE ENGINE'S PARTS AND THEIR USES FULLY. AFTER I DO ALL THESE THINGS I HAVE TO DRIVE ACCOMPANIED BY MY TRAINER WHO WATCHES ME. I AM A LITTLE BIT SCARED, BUT I AM READY TO PASS THE PARKING TEST AND THE STOP SIGN. I DO ALL THESE PERFECTLY AND MY FINAL STEP IS TO HEAR MY TRAINER'S RESULTS. AFTER A PAUSE AND SOME REST HE SAYS ': YOU'VE PASSED.YOU'VE PASSED.' O MY GOD! THANK GOD GRACIOUS! ONE MORE STEP IS ALCOHOL TEST. I SHOULD NOT DRINK AND DRIVE. I GET A CERTIFICATE FOR THAT. AND AFTER THESE THINGS DONE THE DRIVER'S LICENCE WILL BE IN MY HAND. I HAVE NOW A DRIVER'S LICENCE AND I AM READY TO DRIVE.