Subconscious Cone Loathing

So I failed my drivers test on Tuesday... I hit the damn cone with my sideview mirror... I just don't understand how all the other idiots in the world have managed to get their friggin license while I, who am admittedly somewhat intelligent, continue to fail in this aspect. Am I just that terrible of a failure?! I suck! I am so stressed about this I can't concentrate in class. All I want to do is cry and sleep. I'm lonely, stressed, far too busy, and confined to the limits of my parent's chauffeuring charity. I need to try it in something other than a lumbering hulk of a minivan I think... Otherwise I give up and am moving to the jungles of South America where a liscence will not be required for me to function. And anyways, where in real life will you ever have to manuever the damn car in that fashion?! I could understand parallel parking. I can drive wonderfully! I can park and pull out of parking spaced wonderfully. What purpose does this part of the test serve other then to give me bleeding ulcers and to compound my business and social life?!

*grumbles and wonders off into distance periodically cussing*