As my mother would say at times like these, "This too, like constipation, shall pass." (She was a crazy lady.)
I hope your daughter passes for her own self-esteem, but I hope she fails for your sanity.
Follow up...
I'm back in the office. Teenzilla has been delivered to the high school.
She didn't pass, and her angry reaction was not very helpful. I was sympathetic to a point, then I had to tell her in no uncertain terms to "get a grip", and I finally had to toss her out of the DMV and make her go wait in the car after she started ranting about the examiner.
Fortunately the gal behind the counter was accustomed to seeing teenagers in varying states of distress, and it didn't bother her.
I drove home, which ticked her off even more, but there was no way I was letting her get behind the wheel while she was crying and ranting.
She can't retest until the 27th. Next time, Daddy gets the duty.
I solved that problem. I said, when you can pay for your car insurance, I'll let you get your license.
Welp, next month he comes into a small inheritance and turns 18...watch out world! But he won't be on MY insurance policy.