When I was younger, the system used to take care a bit more of the youngsters. Just after finishing primary school there was a lot of help for the poorest families. We could always count on the local governments to help. Nowadays it is all different. I come from a poor, low-class family and I admit it with no shame. It is obvious for everyone that it was not up to me to pick up a family which I wanted to be born in. these are things we have no influence on actually. Anyway, I am what I am and I live where I live. I love my parents despite the fact that they do not even respect me and each other. Lately I had a chance to finish a driving license course. It was a kind of competition organized by our school. wisdom from the area of driving and motorization was needed to get the first prize, which was a full course organized by a well known drivers" training centre from our city. I managed to do my best and win. It was all already set for me to get the driving license, the piece of paper I have always dreamt of. That would be the first driving license in the family after all! But some complications appeared. Father did not let me use the opportunity and told me to stay at home on the day of my driving license theory test. The rules were simple - I had to be present at the theory test and at the final practice examination. My absence during theory test gave me absolutely no chances for anything positive later on.
