Jiří Keňo

Signing up for the first driving school in the area and ignoring my friends' warnings was my biggest mistake, so I decided to write this review so that potential candidates would consider the matter more times than I considered. I have heard many times that I have to reconsider my choice, but the application has been submitted and I did not want to condemn anyone prematurely. During the first rides, I had a normal feeling from the instructor, I almost didn't understand what everyone around me was talking about, but as soon as we got into traffic and I suddenly had to do everything the driver has to do and still in the city center, I understood. I absolutely do not deny any of my mistake, I do not try to convince anyone that I always understood everything, that I always went where I had and the way I should have. However, people go to driving school and make mistakes, and Mr. Kenya has absolutely no nerves about this. The role of a teacher is certainly too difficult, just as I am a human being and I make mistakes in what I am learning, even instructors are just people and the fact that they get nervous in an aggravated situation is nothing to wonder or have any especially for bad. However, what the students and Mr. Kenya are experiencing is not his bad day, bad mood, or full moon, which did not allow him to sleep well at night. The man doesn't like people, he looks burnt, you just feel like you're bothering him. It bothered him to talk to him about anything more than he thought was necessary, because we didn't sit there to talk to me. When I wanted to comment on my mistake by what led me to it, for example, why I made it, he got upset, he saw it as an excuse that he didn't like this wait. When I repeated a mistake several times, he saw it as a mockery on my part that I refused to listen to him, and one day the matter escalated by letting me ride all alone for the remaining 45 minutes, and when I spoke to him and asked something, he didn't react. Mr. Kenya has been practicing this way of independent driving during the last few rides, but this was the beginning, it was kind of a punishment. I remember asking him if I had done everything I should during the turn at the intersection, because there was a suspiciously long silence, all I learned was that he was not here to praise me. I could name a thousand situations, for example, when I answered him instead of "yes" with a nod and agreed "hmm", for which I was reprimanded for indecent behavior, or when I greeted him in the morning, got in the car and was instructed again that decent people health. According to him, I am immature in driving, he told me that I was kidding me that I would kill people to find another driving school where they would laugh with me. At the same time, I cried next to him and wanted to run away. He defends himself by saying that I have it as a child - she also has to shout at him to understand what he has and what he does not. The result of all this is that I do not have a driving school. I didn't do it on the last try and I was told to agree with my parents about the possible purchase of all twenty-eight rides with Mr. Kenya again :). Thrown out money. Please consider. Thanks. Šestáková K.