After losing two people to medical issues (?) and seeing a 60 percent failure rate on the permit test, the classroom was a bit thinner and there were some unhappy campers. The failure seemed to stem from the fact that the students felt the practice tests were sufficient to get them the permit without having to read the handbook. Didn’t work out that way. The dude that I would have thought would score perfectly on both tests was royally chapped that he wasn’t properly instructed. Those of us that passed don’t quite see it that way, but I’m sure if I would have failed, I would be royally chapped too.
I neglected to mention that one of the other class members got to the DPS office only to learn that although he was 22 years old and had been driving since he was 18, he had never taken, and thus never passed the road test for his regular drivers license. He would not be eligible for the class until he had some kind of license. So he left the class to go find a place to take the road test. We never saw him again. Not sure if he’ll be back tomorrow. The really crazy thing was, he owned a car, or at least had a car note.
Water under the bridge. The remaining nine continued to review material for the last three tests – pre-trip inspection, air brakes and general knowledge. We watched DVDs, a VIDEO TAPE (?!?) and went out to the ’94 Kenworth to have another look at all the components we were told would be depicted in the inspection exam.
Then we got to the really fun stuff: Logbooks. There is a science to keeping track of your driving activities from day to day. Evidently there is art associated with this chore as well but only if you choose to fudge a bit. We’re learning how to log things on paper even though Stevens has an automated electronic system in their trucks.
Tomorrow, after taking the remaining tests, we get behind the wheel. Straight line backing up and shifting through the first three gears. EXCITEMENT PLUS!!!