Driving Test

I struggled so much when learning to drive, I didn’t think I would ever be able to get my license. Everytime I go out and drive something different would always go wrong. I would get too caught up in the freedom of driving and listening to the blaring music that I would forget something. When I first started I wouldn’t think it would ever be this hard because my parents make it look so easy. When I was fifteen I was learning how to drive, but I kept struggling with a couple different aspects of driving. Eventually after I kept practicing I was able to perfect the art of driving, and come closer to becoming an adult.

After I got my permits my mom and dad started to let me drive the car more and take them places when they aren’t feeling like driving. When I got my license they began to send me to places alone to go get stuff for them that they needed. The first place they sent me was to Bogalusa to go meet up with my sister at her job at citi trends. I knew where and how to get to Bogalusa because I been there so many times, but the only thing I couldn’t remember sometimes is where my sister job was at. So every time I was to make it to Bogalusa I would call my mom or my sister to give me directions. The next day the whole family wanted to go out to eat somewhere at a restaurants to celebrate me for passing my driver’s license test, but the only thing about was that I had to drive the whole time and it was supposed to be a surprised for me. I had to drive all the way to Hattiesburg to some restaurant I never been to before. The food there was good and I had really enjoyed myself. That was one of the best things to happen to me in my life. All I got to say about driving is that it was the best of the best thing to ever happen to

For a while I always had my parents or friends give me rides to places. But after I turned 15 I started to think and I decided that I wanted to get my permit. The first try I didn’t get it. At that time it made me not want to get my permit because I didn’t want to fail over and over again and again.

By that time, i already had gotten my car. It was my very first car and i was super proud and i couldn't believe it. It was a Nissan Maxima 2013. That same afternoon my parents were taking way too long so i decided to just leave and grab something to eat. I did called them before leaving but they didn't answer the phone. I knew they were busy and taking care of things that had to be done but i was tired and hungry too. I decided to go grab something to eat and went to Chipotle. It's crazy how fast things can

However, the entire process must start somewhere and that rite of passage starts with me obtaining my license which will enable me to start driving. There is also another meaning behind receiving my drivers license and that would be the amount of trust my parents are giving to me for driving to places without their support. Throughout the time while driving, this action is actually showing how much attention I am giving to

It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.

I started my car and drove off the school parking lot happily. Someone whistled after seeing my car. I was driving my newly bloody red sports car. It was a gift from my parents for my graduation. Not that I need this but it's okay. I can now drive without a bodyguard

As I came out the car and walked down the ramp, I looked at my dad in disappointment and embarrassment. It was the worst day for me; I had just failed my driver’s test. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place again, I slowly dragged my feet back to the car. My eyes were filled with tears. I just wanted to get home quickly and lock myself in my room. I also did not want anyone else to know what had happened. I was in the process of gaining my composure back as I got into the car but at the same time I was hiding my face by looking down at my phone because I knew what was about to come. He was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself after failing the test. To each question I solely replied “I do not know”. Later on that day, as I was rescheduling an appointment for my next test, I had a feeling that all things happen for a reason and it’s not always guaranteed to get what you

I learned to drive sophomore year. My father taught me I also got my temporary Id and went to driving school. Learning how to drive was a major milestone for me sophomore year. Every weekend we would get up and go to a vacant lot and drive around and practice my cones. When I got my temporary Id I thought driving would be simple and easy which it was. During driving school I had to take in cards which was cool. But the instructors kept teaching me different driving styles and techniques. When I finally took my test I was nervous I thought I was going to fail miserably. When we got there my mom could tell I was nervous and give me advice. I failed both parts of my test and didn’t want to retake it anymore. My temporary id expired in a few months

April 8, 2017. This is the day that my mom and I went to the MVA, and I got my drivers permit. The excitement hit the day I had gone to get it. My cousin and sister had both told me that I wasn't well prepared and that I wouldn't pass the test. Little did they know that I would prove them wrong. All night I had studied and eventually I started to doubt myself. I felt like my cousin and sister were right about me not passing the test, but I prepared myself anyways. The morning of I had waken up early and began to study for yet another time. At around 12 p.m I gathered all the documents I needed and left my house. On the way to the MVA, I started to laugh and smile as I usually do when I get nervous. I went inside the building and stood in line

As I got into the car I caught my dad smiling at his wallet, which was oddly thick for a car ride. He twisted the keys in and took off down the road. It was an odd ride, we took a freeway I have never been on,and towards a city I have never heard of, Hemet.

After all, I was afraid to forget everything I studied for my driving license test. I was afraid to forget everything due to my nerves and pressure. When I nervous I can forget information at that moment. My mind can get blank and get stuck through the questions, even more when the written test is on computer only. I couldn't skip a question and then later go back. I felt pressure because I really needed to take out my driver license as soon as possible. I needed my driver license to go to my classes and to appointments. Due to all this feelings at that moment, I thought I would have difficulty at the test. Just seeing other people coming and leaving. While I’m still there trying to finish the test. Instead, everything went really impressive

Even at the young age of seven, I still vividly remember this day because it is arguably a life changing event. I was at my best friend’s house. He and I had spent the day together playing outside having fun, and adding an additional

My first driving lesson was when I was 14 years old. It was on a Friday night, in the church’s parking lot. I jumped into the big blue van and turned the van on. I sat in front of the steering wheel and I felt my butterflies in my stomach. I was very nervous and excited at the same time. I pushed on the breaks and slowly switched from the parking gear to the driving. I slowly let go of the brake and pushed the gas petal gently. I went around the parking lot and parked in front of the church. I got off enthusiastically and admired my parking until I noticed that the wheel was on the curb. I tried going in reverse to fix the car so that my dad wouldn’t yell at me. But who was to know that I wasn’t going to be able to fix it? Apparently my father

My parents were some of those ignorant parents. My parents have been allowing me to drive for a long time. Before it was legal. We own a farm and they need help running it. So like many farm parents, they let me drive around the farm. I remember a time when I was really young, my dad made me drive the truck so he could throw the hay bales off the back. The only problem was that I was so little, I couldn't reach the pedals. So he put it on automatic and all I had to do was steer.