High Expectations

Brother Tandoor, who recently joined one of our American monasteries, wanted to get an American driving license. He passed the written test with flying colors. Then he took the driving test, going through the usual routine of parallel parking, merging into traffic, driving on residential streets, etc. Eventually the instructor said, "You've done very well. Now take me back to the office." On the way back, Brother Tandoor came up to a stop sign and, after checking both left and right for traffic, coasted through the intersection. Back at the office, the conversation went like this:
Instructor: "You failed."
Brother: "What? But you told me that I had done well!"
Instructor: "Yes, but then you went through that intersection without stopping."
Brother: "But you told me that the test was over!"