lol. Your stories about driving lessons are reminding me of how I nearly drove my husband insane while he was teaching me. He never lost his patience with me, but it was extremely difficult for him to figure out how to show and explain to someone who's NEVER had a need to drive. And when you try to teach new tricks to someone in their mid-30s ... well, there's that.
I remember parallel parking lessons as the hardest. Our house is in a court, so we could practice in front of our house. When I finally picked a date for my driving test, I told hubby I wanted to practice parallel parking for 30 mins every evening. During the first lesson, he had to break out sticks and poles and tape them to the front and back of my car so I could see and gauge distance. That worked for about 10 mins, because the duct tape kept falling off. Then our buddy (who was living with us that time) decided to come out and pretend to be an orange cone. He stood where I needed to park. That worked pretty well.
It took MANY attempts before hubby figured out the exact point where I had to start turning. It was something like "middle of back window passing back door of stationary car" or something along those lines. It almost became a science. LOL. We even had neighbors coming out to either cheer or laugh.
You can now see why I almost burst out laughing when the instructor told me when to start turning during my test. When I started reversing and turn the wheel, she looked back and said, "Oops, u turned too soon. Stop, straighten out, go back to the same spot and let's retry this." I was so tempted to kiss her.
On my way back to the BMV branch, the instructor made small talk and then heard me exhale really loudly. I told her I was so freaked out over my test because of parallel parking. She laughed pretty hard.