Yesterday, I sat my driving
theory test. Obviously it was, like any
test, somewhat nerve-wracking, however I had prepared thoroughly and knew what
to expect. From the test itself that
is. The process I had to go through
prior to being permitted into the test room itself however surprised, annoyed,
and to some extent offended me.
I entered the building, past a
bored-looking receptionist/security guard type who gave me not a second look
(actually, he might not have given me a first look). Following the signs, I went through a door,
down a long, narrow and rather ominous corridor towards a door saying
‘Candidates Only: No Other Admittance’.
Passing through this portal, I found myself in a waiting room/reception
area.
Here, a friendly receptionist
gave a laminated sheet of Thou Shalt Nots that I had to sit and read
through. The standard exam stuff: no
talking; no mobile phones/pagers/tablets: no taking in (or making) notes; no
bags; everything to be stowed in a locker etc.
All fair enough. I also had to
remove my watch, which I found odd.
The surprise/annoyance/offence
started when I went to the receptionist to return the laminated sheet and
collect a locker key. She asked if I’d
turned off my phone, which I had.
Bearing in mind that my phone would be in the locker, in the waiting
room, this seemed like an unnecessary precaution, but since it might disturb
other people while they were waiting, didn’t seem totally unreasonable. She then asked me to show her that it was
turned off. Apparently my word wasn’t
good enough.
Having done so (after fishing
it back out of my bag) I was permitted to go through another doorway, where a
second lady explained the format of the test (which my preparation had already
made me aware of). She then made me show
her my hands and wrists, and turn out my pockets. I still had my keys and change in my pocket,
so I had to go back out and put them in the locker. I then had to turn out my pockets (side and
back) to show that they were empty. At
this point, if she had produced an elbow-length rubber glove and forced me to undergo
a full cavity search, x-ray and polygraph test, I wouldn’t have been wholly
surprised.
Having quelled her suspicions,
I was allowed into the exam room, where several signs informed me that I was
being monitored by CCTV. I sat at my
allotted screen and took my test, finished, left, was permitted to collect my
effects, was given my results and allowed to leave by a different door to the one
I entered by.
Now obviously they need to
make sure that people don’t cheat on these tests. I fully appreciate that. They’re important, and they’re there for a
reason. Telling people that they can’t
have phones etc. makes perfect sense, and even having the CCTV there to help
spot attempted cheaters doesn’t seem unreasonable. Stopping cheaters is completely
necessary. The part that annoyed me was
when I was asked to show in advance that I wasn’t trying to cheat.
I still have these quaint and
archaic ideas about a person being innocent until proven guilty; the idea that
it should be assumed that I am not trying to cheat until I am caught cheating,
or there is reason to assume that I am trying to. This is the opposite of what happened. I was treated as guilty until I proved myself
innocent. Apparently the fact that I was
taking the test was sufficient reason to assume that I was trying to
cheat. It was assumed that I had not
turned my phone off until I had shown that I had. It was assumed that I was wearing my watch
(beneath which, presumably, information could have been concealed) and had
written on my hands, until I proved otherwise.
It was assumed that I had notes or other devices in my pockets until I
turned them out. Why I wasn’t allowed
keys or change in there, I have absolutely no idea. Perhaps I might have a James Bond-esque
microradio disguised as a pound coin?
I would like to emphasise that
both the ladies involved were never less than courteous, and presumably didn’t
write the policies which it is their lot to enforce. At least, I shall assume so until I see
evidence to the contrary. I might also
assume that these draconian and offensive policies have been put in place
because many people have tried to cheat, which would be deeply saddening, but
I’m not sure whether this is the case, or just the DVSA trying to prevent any
such occurrence.
It saddens and angers me that
we are all being treated like the lowest common denominator, that it is assumed
that we have no sense of personal honour, that, in short, we are not to be
trusted. I meant to say something to the
receptionist on the way out, but forgot to.
You might say that we must
prove ourselves trustworthy before we are trusted, but that is not the world I
wish to live in. This may be another
case of my hopeless and naïve idealism, but I would far rather live in a world
in which we must prove ourselves untrustworthy, prove ourselves unworthy of
respect, prove ourselves dishonourable and dishonest, or else be assumed to be
trustworthy, respectable, honourable and honest.
I can’t force the DVSA to see
things my way (although I’ve half a mind to write to them, for all the good it
would do), but I can determine to treat others in the way I would wish to be
treated. Everyone is born innocent, and
until I see evidence to the contrary, I shall assume that that is still the way
they are.
(Oh, and if you're interested, I
passed my test. Hurrah!)