Essay On How I Want To Drive

It was a warm summer day in mid-July, I woke up super excited because this was the day I was going to take my drivers test. I had been practicing for a year and a half now, and I was ready to ace the test. I had also taken a separate driving course, which was to perfect my skills at the wheel. Obviously, I was still nervous about the whole ordeal. Would I not complete a full stop at every stop sign? Would I not parallel park right? Would I run a red light? These were all the questions running through my mind on the way to the testing center. I went over

I received my driver’s license a few weeks before I turned twenty. By that time, almost everybody I knew already had their driver’s license; in fact, most of them have been driving for years. When I tell my friends that I actually just got my license, the express shock and wonder at why it took me me so long to get it. The reason that it took so long for me to get my license is that the thought of driving makes me nervous. The night after I passed my permit test, I was filled with worries; I thought about everything that could go wrong with driving a car. What if I got into an accident? What if I accidentally break driving laws and the police gives me a ticket? What if I hit a dog? All these questions pushed my anxiety to the highest level and gave me zero confidence even before I officially started learning how to drive. I immediately pitied the people who were tasked to teach me how to drive. Those people ended up being my mother and father.

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There is one thing all high schoolers look forward to: driving. And though we’ve all completed the sixty hours practice time and driver's education, it seems a significant amount of caution is forgotten while we walk key in hand to drive on our own for the first time. I realized this in 2016 when an accident involving three students in my school ended tragically. The school year was coming to an end and I had just started working my first job as a lifeguard. As the youngest and newest guard all I did was look up to the older more experienced guards. Especially Jacob, who somehow made hours of “professional people watching” as we often joked, interesting. Due to the thunderous rumble of his beloved pickup truck, we always knew when he was on

Around two months ago, I started driving. A couple days after my birthday, my dad took me to the Department of Motor Vehicles to obtain my learner's permit. At first, learning all of the functions and movements of a car was difficult, but I quickly grasped them after my school course and my parents started to teach me. As I began to become more familiar with the car, I started to drive through my neighborhood. Originally, I was nervous starting off, but after several times of being behind the wheel it begun to feel natural.

In the prime age of sixteen, I felt an inspirational rite of passage. My endurance through Drivers Ed guaranteed me my license which I wanted desperately. Furthermore, my father had permitted me to drive his white 2002 Dodge Ram truck; and after eleven years of its existence, its appearance was still flawless and shattered anything in its way. While driving it, I felt invincible, so invincible I could jump over any hurtle, obstacle, you name it. I intentionally found reasons to drive it like: going to the store, the bank, visiting family members, and of course hanging out with my friends. In the early spring of 2013, I was returning home from eating lunch with my hilarious friend, Wade, at Rupes, the best burger joint in town. My foot all the way on the gas petal, my left hand out the window, and my eyes on the road was my last good memory before it happened.

“Sarah, slow down a little we are in a parking lot,” my mom said. Begrudgingly, I did and I instantly regretted it. I was losing power with speed, the slower the vehicle moved the easier it was to control and it was no longer a challenge. However, for now it was the only taste I would get. Even though all of my friends already had their permits, I had to sit tight and stand by for I was only fourteen at the time, and that year seemed to go on forever. In the state of Virginia to even take the knowledge portion of the permit test you had to be fifteen and six months. It was

My hand was shaking as I reached for the door knob on the driver’s side. After I ducked my head into the car, I adjusted my seat. The seat moved forward at the pace of a snail that just woke up. I still couldn’t see the road ahead very well and slid my foot underneath myself to raise my eye level up, but then decided that wasn’t safe to do. Then I placed my left foot flat on the car floor and gripped the steering wheel. The feeling of sweat starting to gather between my knuckles made me even more nervous. Lowering the rear-view mirror was no help to my ability to see the incoming cars better because it was too dark to see anything beyond the light beam of the brake

Humans are always worrying about the irrational. Irrational fears can feed off someone to the very core until they are confronted. Especially the certain kind of people who are young, hormone filled stress balls. Those are the ones to look out for. They stress about the little things like taking their drivers test! This one girl, Savannah, she was petrified of the test. The girl knew she was doomed for failure when they got into the car. Once in the car, the proctor kindly asked Savannah to demonstrate how to turn on the blinkers. With a quiet yelp and a hurried flick of the switch, she turned on the windshield wipers by accident or maybe fate. Teenagers should not dramatically stress over their driver’s test because anxiety is a deterrent to success, creates failure, and produces self-ridicule.

I used to be an insane automobile driver. I would race my friends at speeds that nobody’s parents would be proud of. The smell of tires burning at every green light was extremely common. Having friends pull me out of the ditch was quite a common occurrence, as I would drift down dirt roads. Nobody could stop me, I thought I was invincible. On January eleventh, 2014, this behavior came to an end. I was ticketed for “Violation of Graduated License” for being out past ten p.m. and “Speeding 11-15 over limit”.

Soon after my fifteenth birthday, I was thrilled to get behind the wheel. My permit was the first step to my responsibility and freedom. Getting to drive for the first time almost seemed like getting a new toy that I get to play with every day. “You ready?”, Dad asked as he tossed me the keys to his 2012 Ford Focus. “Ready as I’ll ever be”, I replied.

Should talking on a cell phone without a hands-free device while driving be illegal? Yes, because it’s distracting it’s like being on the phone but not. You still have to answer it to talk to them and hang up. If you get distracted you might get into and attend because you're not paying them for what you are doing or what is around you. Yes, some people say this device is safe and will cost fewer attacks. That might be true, but it’s still not safe because it’s like talking on the phone. I think when you get into your car, your phone should be turned off so you have nothing distracting you. If you do get an important phone call pull over and answer it so an accident won’t happen.

On September 16, 2014, I went to the Georgia Department of Driver Services to take my driver's test. The driver instructor was very kind and funny the whole ride. For my last test, he wanted me to make a right turn at the big tree. I could not figure out which tree he was describing so I kept driving. He yelled and said "Turn now!" I hit the brake so hard as possible, he almost hit his head on the dashboard. He began breathing heavily while softly saying, "It's okay, it's okay." When we arrived back at the DDS, I got my license since the instructor passed me. The next day, I showed all my friends my driver's license. My best friend, Hannah, looked at it closely and said, "Uh, you may want to go back and get a new one." When she handed me back

One of the greatest things that teenagers look forward to is getting their driver¡¦s licence and getting the freedom to do whatever they want. Ever since graduated licensing began five years ago, on April 1,1994, many people have made good and bad comments about it.

I woke up today thinking to myself that today was the day the day I was going to drive for the first time I got dressed and got ready for school because my driving lesson wasn’t until after school. During the school day all I could think about was how stressful and hard driving was going to be so I wasn’t the happiest about driving unlike most people. I kept thinking about it the whole day to the point where I wasn’t even really paying attention to my teachers and their lectures. Once it got to fourth period was over I wasn’t the slightest bit happy about having to go drive.