My parents were pretty angry with me because I had taken the driving permit test twice and failed it, wasting their money and time (the DMV was only open during the most inconvenient times and the lines were horrendous). I broke down crying because I had studied the entire test booklet front to back and still hadn't been able to pass. I felt like an idiot. Both times I had only missed the requirement by a few points. On the third time, I passed. I think it was because I went by myself, and didn't have anyone waiting on me and making me feel rushed. The photo that was used for my permit may have been the worst official picture of me ever taken, if you don't count my current license photo.