It’s February 19, 2016, my 15th birthday, I had my first and hopefully last experience driving with my mom on Highway Z. I passed my driving permit test and the drive was not what I was imagining on the way home at all. The first time driving was a blast but all of sudden it revolved into a horror movie. On the day of my birthday, my mom arrived at school so I could go take my permit test. I was so ecstatic because I couldn’t wait to drive. We departed to the DMV and it was very thrilling. There were several teenagers there and some passed on the first time and others, like me, passed on their second time. Finally, I was approved and then they sent me to get my permit. My mom took me to the License Bureau and the worker reviewed all my information. At the previous place, I was not sure of my eye color so I told them they were green and she entered that on the computer. Under no circumstances did she even look at me. …show more content…
I persuaded her to let me drive when we left her work that evening. She was holding on for dear life before we even left the parking lot. We started driving home to Route K in Cape Girardeau. It was not too bad; she only tried to clutch the steering wheel a number of times. She asked me if I wanted to drive through Jackson or go the back way home. I specified the back way and that was horrible. I was driving down Route Z from Gordonville to Burfordville. It is a very curvy road. My mom did not handle this very well. She was squealing like a pig. She was acting CRAZY and irate and, I thought she was losing her mind. While I was driving, she was reaching for the steering wheel, telling me to MOVE OVER because I was going to go off the edge of the highway even though I wasn’t even close. It was a very nerve-racking experience for a first-time driver like me and I was not having a very Happy Birthday
On the way home, my mom asks me, “Why did you have your arm behind your back the whole time
My Dad wanted to take us parasailing, and my sister and Carrie (my new step mom) wanted to go shopping. We decided to wait for a boat to pick us up in the afternoon for parasailing, and before that we would go shopping. So we went shopping until we got hungry for some lunch. Me and Tori just wanted to get fast food because we didn’t want to be late for parasailing. My dad decided to just take us to Hardee’s, but it would take us awhile to get there because we had to go to the one closest to the boat, which was about an hour away. I love long car rides, so this was the time for rolling down my window and listening to my music on my
My biggest accomplishment throughout high school so far has been learning how to fail. Not necessarily falling flat on my face in a viral video, but instead just barely coming up short and not being able to reach a goal, despite my best efforts. Although I was unaware of it at the time, failing my driver’s test on my first attempt would become a life altering incident.
In Flannery O’Connor’s short story, A Good Man is Hard to Find, a family gets in a car accident on a deserted dirt road. Unluckily for them, they are found by a group of three escaped convicts, led by a man who calls himself The Misfit. These convicts systematically execute the family in twos as the Misfit talks with the grandmother. While the catalyst for this execution is the grandmother’s verbal recognition of The Misfit as an escaped criminal, it is clear that he commits his crimes for deeper reasons. The Misfit is angry on a fundamental level, and acting out on this anger is the closest he can come to feeling pleasure in this life.
Flash forward 6 years, and I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up from school. It was an interesting day for me, I would have usually taken the bus, but I had an after
Many older people are cashing more than ever because they will not give up their car keys when they need to say it is time to give up driving. We should defiantly propose that we take care of this issue by making them retake the exam. So many elderly are getting into wrecks and some are even driving on the wrong side of the road killing people. By proposing that we need to force the elderly to retake that driving exam every six months is to insure that they will be able to drive more safely on our public roads still today. A lot of people agree and dis-agree with the retaking idea of an exam, but it would be very beneficial to enforce this as a new law due to the high rising risks of older drivers. “Citizen Drivers over 65 may need retesting, limited licenses, and restricted hours of driving time because the number of car accidents involving seniors is rising” (Zarate, 2). We cannot keep people safe by allowing elderly people take over our roads creating a mass destruction on our poor young drivers. Making the elderly retake the driver’s exam is not currently legal in the state of Missouri due to equal rights, but it should become a law to help stop the elderly from crashing into other people or driving on the wrong side of the road. “Some will insist they are capable drivers despite all indications to the contrary. That's why we believe a driving test not just a medical exam at the age of 75 should be mandatory” ("Older Drivers”).
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
After returning from the first hiking trail of the day we loaded back up in the car to head to another area of the park. The drive was extremely nerve racking my mother in law
We loaded the van, and then we set off to go home. The trip home was pretty quiet. We stop a few times and my Mom always says “We’re almost there, guys.” I’m so glad I did. Well, after many, many grueling hours, we finally arrived home!
Exactly one month later, all of the fears that happened in the past were returning. Was I going to fail? Was I going to get the same, strict instructor? As I slide out of the car and slowly shut the door, I could only hope that the same person wouldn't be there when I attempted to take my driving test last time. With that thought running through my head, my brain was in overdrive. All the wheels were turning as fast as they possibly could.
The morning after I went to do the exam and they told me I passed it I had to go back that same afternoon to swear in. What made the whole thing really nice was the video of Obama to welcome me as a U.S. citizen. The first black president. And, what was even better was the fact that the day I got my certificate was my
Dad drove and I sat behind him and held on to her legs. We finally made it to grandpa’s house and dropped her on the concrete pad next to one of the sheds, and we went up to the house to explain why we were going to be late for supper.
"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were
Then one day after he got tired, he told me to just drive him home. so that was my first time on the highway at 14 and in a full sized truck. That was pretty scary and pretty dangerous. When I ended up getting my first car, he taught me everything about it. He would get out there and roll around on the ground, showing me things about it.