Oh, and just to add to my stress level and nervousness, it was the guy who drove with me for the test. Not the nice lady. I about burst into tears when I found that out. Well, with a few points taken off here and there for minor things... I PASSED. I'm officially a licensed driver. Holy Crap that's scary. My parents want me to drive a bunch with them for a few weeks or so and work on driving in the city before they completely let me lose, but legally, I could drive if I needed to.
It's weird, I'm not as over-joyed as you'd expect me to be. I'm mostly just glad the whole test thing is over with.