finally... it's 5pm

I’m going for my driving lesson again. I’m scared. Like when I was young, I’m afraid of nasty teachers. Although I’m not a “sweetie-pie” with a heart of gold myself, and I can be fwak-lao sarcastic, I’m still scared of mean pple.
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Yes, I have a mean instructor. I'm assigned to a group of 2 instructors on rotating shifts, both are very senior instructor. One is particularly mean. He has a paper stuck onto the dashboard that says “I must teach with patience” and a smiling smiley but NOPE, he aint have a smile.
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I gifted with a talent that all of you might not know. I can irritate him very much. He can nag a lot. He repeats his comment a million times even when I had gotten it right. He usually stripped me off of confidence first, then self-worth and at the end of the lesson, I feel totally defeated. k
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Well, if you are thinking that I might be really angry in the car when he does it. You’re wrong! I still put on my angelic (bracey) smile and apologise when I did something wrong. I was hoping he will not nag at me since I realize what I should/shouldn’t have done. But it yielded the same result. Nonetheless, I’m remaining this way, cos this incur less wrath I think, and I realize what’s more important than pride. This driver’s license is costly alright? And fil is silently hoping that I might be able to do it at 1st attempt. I TOO hope to get over and done with this!