Jenny was on her way to take her driving test and she was a bundle of nerves. (1) having got up at the crack of dawn to read her driving manual (2) more, she felt that she knew nothing. If (3) she had listened to her father. ‘It’s easier to get a job if you can drive,’ he said and (4) to foot the bill for the lessons.
‘I’ll think about it,’ Jenny replied and put the idea on the back burner for some (5) . When she left college and started job-hunting, she discovered that her father (6) hit the nail on the head. There were indeed more jobs available (7) drivers. One of her friends was a sales representative for a publishing (8) and Jenny had set her heart on getting a similar job. (9) meant getting a driving licence. With a great deal of (10) from family and friends she had plucked up enough courage to enroll for driving lessons.
‘Learning to (11) is a piece of cake,’ Jenny’s brother kept saying, but she found it quite difficult. (12) her instructor, Mr Black, was sure that she would pass with flying colours at her first (13) , she herself was not so confident. However, Mr Black was right. As Jenny came out of the test centre to meet her family, she was grinning from ear to ear. She (14) passed. Now she would be able to (15) for the job - and get a company car.