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I look at the nervous student beside me. Poor him. He is so worried. I am determined to help him through the course. He has a few more lessons of driving before he goes for his driving practice test. I believe he can do it. I believe I can guide him well enough to build his confidence up. I have gone through sufficient driving instructor courses to believe that I am capable of helping such student.

I remember the first course the poor boy attended. He was careless. He knew what he should had done but he kept making silly mistakes. His driving skill was not that bad but I knew he had to work harder in order to win the approval of the examiner in the driving practice test.

Today my student makes fewer mistakes. His driving seems to be less jerky although he still seems to be nervous for a person who has been attending driving course for weeks. I encourage him to let go of his anxiety and to concentrate on the road. I tell him to think of nothing else but the wheels. He sighs but he agrees with me. His eyes stay sharp on the road ahead.

I know he is more ready now compared to a few lessons ago. I have thought of asking him to take the driving practice test at the end of the following month. This should give him more time to practise. But I doubt he wants to. I understand youngsters nowadays want to get their licences as soon as possible. They dread the idea of any further delay. It is as if the licence is a mark of freedom where they gain their wings to fly away.

Somehow I believe that the boy is ready. The longer he sits behind the wheel, the more comfortable he is. I observe his steadiness in steering the car in the direction I am giving him. It is better than at the beginning. I think the boy is ready to earn his wings. He is indeed ready to fly.

When he finally stops the car, I can see his happiness as I smile approvingly of his driving.