I was getting off work from the jobsite 1095 Market Street at 7th Street in San Francisco on 8/6/2015 at around 4:35 pm. I was driving on 10th Street in the 2nd lane; my car was waiting for the traffic light at the intersection of 10th Street and Bryant Street. There are 5 lanes on 10th Street where I stopped. I stopped on the 2nd lane on 10th Street. The 1st lane (on my left side) must turn and go to Bryant Street. The lane I stayed in is the 2nd lane in which I can enter onto the Freeway 101 or Bryant Street. The 3rd lane (on my right side) has to go on the Freeway 101. There are arrows on each lane and signs on the street showing drivers the correct way to drive. As the light turned green, I started to move my car entering the Freeway 101. …show more content…
The lady also agreed with me that the other driver was wrong and she told him what he did was illegal. The other driver did not argue with the woman. As I was busy talking to the police, I did not have time to ask the woman for her contact information to be our witness. I told the policeman the incident in details. The policeman told me if no one was injured, he would not write a report. He asked us to show him our insurance information and he filled out a collision information card for me. As the police was examining the other party’s insurance information, I heard the police warn the other party that his insurance policy given to the police had expired as it showed year 2012 and that he needed to keep a current one in his car. The policeman just verbally warned the other party, but did not give him a ticket. After getting the insurance and driver information, the policeman asked me to take photos of my car and the road information and advised me to present the information to my insurance company. Due to busy traffic, the policeman asked me not to take photos of the intersection and asked us to leave the scene. The policeman has a number showing
slow down and avoid an accident further down the road. As you walk up to the
While facing North, sitting stationary for a red traffic signal on Leo Kidd Avenue, I observed a blue, 4 door Kia traveling West on Ridge Road in the left lane. When the traffic signal turned green, I proceeded to cross the intersection of Ridge Road. However, the Kia continued to travel West through the steady red light almost causing a collision.
“Excuse me, miss, can I see your license and registration, please?” Great. Pulled over once again, except this time I don’t even know what I did wrong. Apparently I made an unsafe lane change that resulted in an improper U-turn. I tried asking the officer what I did wrong, but as soon as I began speaking, he started talking over me. “Are you even from around here?” he asked me. “You look like you should’ve never even gotten your license.”
I was just passing Cobblestone Dr. in our subdivision. Our speed was declining fast with the traffic light ahead at the corner on Pinehurst Dr. and Spring Hill Dr. and the tons of cars in front of me. The road is divided with a grass-filled median, two lanes on each side. I was driving on the right but in the left lane of the two. I see
On the above date and time I was conducting traffic enforcement in the area of Washington Street.
She was driving extremely slow, at least ten miles under the speed limit. All of the cars around us grew angry and annoyed, as they started honking their horns at us. As she poked along, Hunter found it necissary to finally mention the fact that she did not have a license. I started to become unsettled inside, but kept silent, since we were almost to our destination. To my disbelief though, as she was about to make a left- hand turn to go into a shopping center, an annoyed car tries to go around Maisy. That would have been fine and dandy if it wasn’t for them choosing the wrong lane to do so. Instead of using the correct lane, they used the lane to the left of us with oncoming traffic. As I watched in horror, the irritated car and the totally unsuspecting car, collided into each other. The vehicles started to spin out of control, which caused one to hit the front of my car and smash it
Once I got to the house, I parked the car and went inside. I knocked on the door and when I was greeted inside by Angela (let’s just call her that, because frankly I can’t even remember her name.) Angela then asked, “Oh my gosh, you got your license?”
You had twenty minutes to be there, and there was little traffic, so you revved it all the way up to 80 on the open road and the rest of the guys followed suit. A combination of sleep deprivation and the glare from the sun (even with your visor down) was likely responsible for your misjudging that hard right turn, or so you said as you told the story later.
I was a careful driver with my parents in the passenger seat. I followed the speed limit and obeyed all traffic laws. On
were driving home, and a drunk driver got on the freeway from the exit ramp. He was going the
The worst part of it, is that we live on a commercial street so it can get pretty busy, luckily there were no cars passing or stopped at the light. I pressed on the brake quickly and of course I got yelled at and I got blamed, but I told my mom it was her fault for telling me the car was in drive and I also blamed the car for being old. Typical me. Of course, everyone on the porch was laughing at me and my nephews and niece came outside also and were just there looking at what was going on. After that, I put the car in drive, this time it actually was in drive so I did one thing
of a vehicle that was parked in the middle of a traffic lane of the parking lot.
The school that I visited was new. It was the first year of the school opening. The school board had combined two schools into one, so the students had to adjust to their new environments and new individuals. They seemed to be getting along well with each other. Since the school is new the teacher has to adjust to new problems that araise. Times for the subjects and times for using the computer labs change. So the teacher must always be fixable for anything. In this observation of this classroom I learned about the enjoyment of teaching. How you have to adapt to each of the students.
For my observation experience I went to Southern High School in Harwood, MD. Southern High School has a special education department for the students with disabilities. The teacher that I met with for this classroom observation was Ms. West. In the classroom there were at least four assistant teachers that helped Ms. West throughout the school day. The assistant teachers helped Ms. West co- teach the class and were there to help the students if they needed extra help. The school also has a couple of student aides that come in to help the teachers and the students in the classroom. There were at least twelve students in the classroom. The students in the class had many different exceptionalities such as learning disabilities, Down syndrome,
The students that I observed in the classroom were of middle to high school. I went to see 8th, freshman, 10th , and seniors classes, they seemed excited and very curious to why I was there. The middle school was more alive and rambunctious while I observed them. The High school kids were more relaxed, more comical. Some were paying attention while others seemed tuned out to the lecture or involved in socialization with friends within the class. By the end of the class Mr. Hasgil had restored the attention of everyone by using tactics such as history jeopardy with candy as the prize with the high school kids. In both he middle school and high school the kids were mostly Caucasian with a mixture of black, Asian , and Hispanic in the classes.