Pass or Fail

Sitting there with my hands sweaty and waiting for the driving instructor to get in the car I was going to have a nervous breakdown if the lady had took any longer. Finally she came out with a mean, irritated look upon her face. It looked like she was just going to look at me and give me a failing grade.
Finally the test had began, she asked me many questions before she asked, " May i step into the car?". Of course I had yes and before I knew it, I was driving her around. The first stop sign that we stopped at had a large bump and without me noticing it, I ran over the bump. A sudden "BOOM" sound was heard by the instructor including myself and she looked at me. I already thought she had failed me, but the soothing words that came out of her mouth were, " Please keep going". I felt a sign of relief that she was a nice old lady and felt more relaxed along the way.
Driving into the DMV area, I felt confident enough that I was going to pass. I tried talking to her thinking she would be chill if I spoke to her rather than listen to herself sound like a navigation system. She ignored everything I said to her and just said, "please keep going till we reach our destination." I got over the fact that she ignored me because we were coming to an end. I parked in the finished test zone and waited for her reaction.
After awhile, my confidence vanished and I felt i choked on the driving test and most likely failed. I noticed that she was marking alot of things in red, and I was devastated. My hands were getting sweaty again wondering if I passed or failed. Waiting on my results, it felt like I was waiting for the love of my life to simply appear. After the longest wait, she told me what I should work on and that I was a very good driver. With a sign of happiness and a giant smirk on my face I said thank you to her a hundred times. Maybe she thought I was a weird person, but all I could think of was the license I was going to retrieve.
My mom was waiting outside the DMV, and she thought I failed because of my hidden happy emotions. I pretended as if I failed with a sad face, but then I jumped up and showed her my passing grade. I went into the DMV, retook my ID picture and ran out the door dancing to the car. I remembered people looking at me as if I were crazy, but all I could think of was driving around with out my mom, and with a giant smile on my face, I dashed to the car.