We never got passed the information desk. Since I was not his court-appointed guardian, I was not legally responsible for his debts, and therefore, couldn’t sign the paperwork for him. Instead, his real parent had to sign, and that signature had to be notarized. Given he was going to be in Kenya with his parents in a few weeks, I sent the paperwork home with him.
When he arrived back after six weeks in Kenya, I asked about his paperwork. He had his dad sign it, but it was not notarized. We had no choice but to wait until he turned 18.
Finally on September 12, the big day came. Ben achieved his majority, and was able to sign his own papers. I reminded him the night before that he needed his passport and visa documents. He was tired and he thought he knew where they were, so he didn’t look until I mentioned it in the morning. He opened the drawer where they should have been, but nothing was there. He hunted through that drawer, both suitcases and I don’t know what else. He couldn’t find them. I said I would take him to the bus and then look for them, with his permission. He gave it and off we went for him to catch the bus.
I began an extensive search and found candy wrappers, lots of loose change, but nothing of importance in his drawers. I started on the bookcase, and there in a stack of random paper, I found his passport and visa documents. I also found a number of cards his mother had sent with him to give to various people. I kept those out so we could pass them along. I texted Ben so he wouldn’t worry, and waited for the next step.
At 10:00, I picked him up after his morning class at university, and off we went off to the Driver’s License Office. On the way, Ben practiced the test again and flipped through the manual. While waiting for his number to be called, he studied and I filled out yet another application form. At least this time, he could sign it himself.
In a few minutes, he was called to the information desk where they checked his paperwork. Yes, he could take the test. She wished him good luck and a happy birthday. Ben continued to look through the driving manual and in a few minutes was called back to the information desk. They needed a piece of mail with his name and address on it. Of course we didn’t have that. I had seen such a piece of mail on his bookcase, but hadn’t thought to pick it up and put it in his folder. ARGH!
Back in the car, we drive clear across the county to the house to get that piece of mail. Nothing else would do. Then we hurried back across the county to show it to the information desk. By this time, it was 12:00 and Ben had a class at 1:20. They sent him back to take the test while I waited. When he came out, he looked rather hesitant. Back in the old days when I last took one of those written driving tests, they told you immediately if you got the answer right or not as soon as you answered the question. They are no longer doing that. So, we waited for some anxious moments until the lady said he had passed! WHEW!
Within a few minutes, she gave him his temporary learner’s permit and we could leave. I took him back to college for his class and then headed to my job.
That evening, we met up at the Cheesecake Factory for supper. We had a pleasant meal and at the end of it, Ben drove me home in the dark. He has to have 10 hours of driving at night, so every little bit counts. We arrived safely and I look forward to being chauffeured around for the next few months.