A “Deaf” Driver My father, who grew up on farmland in Wynne, Arkansas, began driving tractors and other heavy machinery when he was around the age of seven or eight. Likewise, my mother learned how to drive at an early age since her family owned a car garage, and they were always fixing numerous cars at once. Because both of my parents had driven from such an early age, they encouraged me to learn how to drive long before I could even get a permit. Both of them firmly believed that driving and being able to make judgement calls in a split-second were valuable skills for anyone to learn. Anytime we would visit my grandparents, who to this day live in an isolated farming community, my dad would take me out on the dusty gravel roads and help …show more content…
It was a Sunday afternoon in late autumn when the leaves were beginning to change colors. We had gone to church, changed into lounging clothes, and eaten a scrumptious dinner of fried fish and hush puppies. My dad and I had been arguing all day about whether or not I was ready to take the family truck out for a ride. He continually encouraged me by saying, “Once you learn how to drive, you’ll love it! You just have to be comfortable behind the wheel.” I, a teenager with a larger-than-life attitude, repeatedly replied, “Dad! I just don’t feel like it. I’ll figure it out when I’m older. After all, I am only thirteen!” After attempting to persuade me all day long, he was finally able to convince me to go for a drive by telling me that if I felt uncomfortable, he would not force me to continue driving. I decided that learning how to drive wouldn’t be that bad since there are usually only a few other cars around. So, I picked up the car keys and dragged the door shut behind me. I unenthusiastically trudged over to the pearlescent white truck and let out a nervous sigh. Obviously, I was not exactly excited about the day’s excursion. I opened the door, slid into the driver’s seat, moved the seat forward, and buckled up all before my father even had a chance to open his
Teens need to be taught that driving is a task that is complex and demanding. Parents know how much experience a young driver has, and they know exactly how inconvenient it is when they have to drive with their teen everywhere while they have their permit. Teens tend to cause most traffic accidents in adults’ eyes. They are not experienced yet, and often fail to pay attention to others on the road. They often think of a car as being some type of toy, but they do not know how powerful it really is. The driver education programs must be strengthened in order to make sure that students really have safer habits, behind the wheel experience, and by having a better understanding of all the laws on the road.
I have been wanting to drive because it will be one of the most useful life skills after I graduate from high school. To me, being able to drive means to have a convenient, interesting life, and being a helpful person. My life will be more convenient when I can drive by myself. I am jealous of the day students who can drive off campus to have food when they do not have classes. For those of us who can not drive, the only chance to get out of the school is to up for the school shuttles that can only go certain destinations.
According to the American Academy of Pediatrics, “Your teen will overtake additional independent if they assimilate how to drive, especially if they commence operating motor vehicles to drudgery by themselves.” The carbon copy Academy states that possessing an automobile can also increase the teens responsibility due to all the care taking you have to accomplish, to retain its management. And for the rearmost but unquestionably not the least significant, being capable to operate an automobile can be a life-saver; visualize if you and a ram-shackled elder, let’s say a 63 year old, and you gentlemen are miles out of a municipality and he instantaneously has a myocardial infarction! The odds are, he’ll have a more superior probability if you get in the automobile and commence operating back then fraught to call someone for
A skill that I am now aware that I learned through the Natural Human Learning Process is the skill of driving. I was motivated to start drive because, I didn’t want to ask my parents to take me anywhere, and I was also tired of being late to events. I began practicing by...
I went to the ice cream social and invited my cousin who's deaf, she lives in Turlock and her name is Nery. Her boyfriend, Robby, wanted to come along but he got busy cutting hair, he's a barber. I mention him because he is also deaf. He's been using a hearing aid since he was small and took therapy sessions as well which makes it seem like he's hearing. He does say his words a bit cut off but we still are able to understand him. He's always laughing and being very sarcastic. My cousin Mary on the other hand is not able to speak. A little background about her: she was born in Mexico and when they moved to California that's when my aunt, Amalia, and uncle, Jose, put her in a school for deaf people. She was later transferred to high school where she
I hopped in the driver’s seat of my husband big truck and begin to get very anxious. My mind went blank. I all of a sudden forgot which pedal was to brake and which one was for the gas. I had to pull myself together because I was determined to learn how to drive. I put the car into drive and both my hands on the steering wheel. Before I can do anything my husband yelled “Stop, and put your seat belt on!” I started laughing and buckled my seat belt. I put the car into drive, put my foot on the gas, and the truck jerked and sped off. I panicked and put my foot on the brake pedal and the trucked jerked and stopped. I jumped out the car. I no longer wanted to drive. My husband calmed me down and told me it was ok and try again. I got back in the car and said a quick prayer. “Lord please give me the strength and courage to learn how to drive this truck!” I put the car in drive and the car began to move. I felt the I was swerving in and out of the lane and that’s when my husband said that I needed to keep the wheel straight until I’m about to turn. After about ten times of driving straight and turning I started to get the hang of it. I was excited! I was actually driving!
Over hundreds of years, the deaf have surpassed criticism, dubiousness, and many rights that hearing people had that they did not. Through great controversy with the hearing the deaf were able to interject themselves into the hearing world over many years. Deaf went through a time when they were known as ‘retards’ and put in asylums for their hearing disabilities. But when sign language was finally discovered by Thomas Gallaudet and brought to the united states by both him and Laurent Clerc, the deaf became better understood. But, it took many years for the Deaf to earn the reverence they have today.
For most, driving is a feeling of freedom and an indulgence of happiness. People all over could easily tell you the wonderful feeling just being behind the wheel gives them. Although so many love the feeling of a steering wheel beneath their hands and a gas pedal under their feet, there are people who unfortunately do not receive the same free feeling of driving that most do. Well if someone has a license and a car they can have all the freedom of driving they want, right? One might say this, but think about certain groups of people who do not have this opportunity; teenagers and elders.
I wasn?t nervous to drive because my dad let me drive sometimes to my grandpa?s house If I took the back roads, so I had a little experience. When I took behind the wheel it was a little different than driving on the back roads, but I did ok. When I finished behind the wheel I signed up for a driving test. This was the part I had been waiting for, I wanted to pass so I could drive alone. The day of the test was very stressful, I had to use my grandma?s car because mine had tinted windows. I had never driven my grandma?s car, and I could not do corner backing with it.
I'm so excited to be taking accelerated English in your class this year! I've heard so many good things about you and your class. I'm not going to lie though, I'm more of a math and science person than an English person. I feel that this year with a fun class, I'll be able to accelerate in English.
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I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.
In middle school I was diagnosed with a disability with the way I expressed myself through writing. Ever since, I have gained multiple values and learned several lessons about self confidence. I was taught to push past my limits, in order to be successful in reaching my goals along with my dreams. Today I am a senior in high school who was once thought to struggle, but was able to succeed beyond expectations. To some, a disability may seem like a setback from achieving goals, but to me I used it as a challenge for myself. I accepted myself for who I was and looked at my disability as a unique trait of mine. I was able to provide a message to others that anything you set your mind to is possible with dedication and hard work. It might take
My experience with learning to drive started in middle school where kids were too young to enroll in driving classes. My parents were a busy pair and I was an athlete who was determined to do my best for my team. This of course meant I was required to train with my team to build a chemistry with them. I drove myself to
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."