How My License Changed My Life Essay

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.

It was not until a few years later when I realized how that chapter in my life helped me improve. I grew into a strong, independent, young adult. I became the president in the student council for my high school, received several scholarships, and graduated with an advance diploma. I was no longer angry, but thankful for what my parents had done for their kids. I finally understood why we moved out of The Bronx, and how it was the best decision a parent could ever make. While I became a successful student, many of my friends did not even live to see graduation day. The department of Health states that more than a thousand young adults are killed from the age thirteen to twenty-five each year. Many individuals my age do not get

I was able to be myself and I felt free. With a few bucks in my pockets, I felt I could buy the clothes I wanted and those skinny jeans I saw at urban outfitters. I came home one day galvanized only to find ambulances outside my aunt's house and my mom on the stretcher bed. My mom has been ill and had an infection that ate her leg. Days I would come home and it smelled like rotting flesh it was her. I spent months with her after her amputation. One of the kids who 've met, she and her mother allowed me to stay at their home, but I was no longer a teen and her daughter who liked me was underage, but they were in need as I was, they had little money and 4 mouths to feed and had just found an advantageous paying job so I figured I help them for helping me. 4 mouths turned into five and I quickly realized I was being played not by the daughter, but by the mother and quickly left them alone and used wisdom, for I cannot help others until I help myself and they were too broken. I saved my money and got an apartment on my own. I take care of my mother who is now disabled and I am taking on the challenges of adulthood. I ride a 2-hour bus to work and back every day. I get up 4 o'clock in the morning and don't make it home until 8pm at night. I feel accomplished an 18-year-old with his own apartment, taking care of his mother, and I might not have a car...yet but it's so close I can taste

I sat there nervous , thinking this is it I have to do this ,It's now or never . I can feel the sweat coming down my forehead ,my hands also sweaty as I gripped the steering wheel.My shot at getting my drivers license was finally here . I can feel the driving instructor watch my every move . But let's go back a couple of weeks to the one day I decided I was ready to get behind the wheel . My 15th birthday , in my culture when a girl turns 15 they are coming into adult hood and there is a big celebration called Quinceañera. I was not to happy with the celebration all I really wished for was to have my own car . My parents on the other and it being tradition they didn't really ask for my opinion . After all what teenage girl didn't want to have

It was the first day of my freshman year in college. It was a warm sunny day, and I was eager to experience walking from class to class outside for the first time. That may not seem like a big deal for most people, but it felt like newfound freedom to me; a breath of fresh air. I was unusually calm for something as overwhelming as this, but I did not question it. I told myself that I was a new person here. I could be whoever I desired.

I’ve always felt that growing up is the most difficult part of life. Letting go of the past and moving on sounds scary. Just imagine living with the parents for so long and then it being time to fly away from the nest. Now it’s time; it's time to embark the journey..

Looking back, my childhood memories are a bunch of blurry fragments, which I find myself piecing together. But I feel likes there one memory that I have managed to piece together. It’s the memory of an event that changed my whole entire life. At fours years old, this event, this journey would force me to start a new stage in my life.

At the age of 39, I decided to return to school and finish my undergraduate degree. Being a single mother I wanted my kids to see how hard work and dedication can really pay off if you commit yourself and push through any adversities, you will win. I received my degree in Healthcare Management and I have been working in health insurance for over fifteen years. Working with people and helping others is my passion. I love to see a smiling happy face.

Despite all the wonders we witnessed, we still had some negative times. From the tedious experience of riding in a vehicle for more than a day to almost being fined for speeding in a state we were very much foreign to. “This road is eerie” said my father as we drove down the dark Nebraska road. The stop was terrifying of course, thoughts ran rampant in my head that our vacation had been ruined. As the officer approached our window he said, “License and registration please.” My father complied and it was a typical encounter after that and was rather uneventful, thankfully. As we drove off, I was appreciative of the officer’s leniency. But now new things were

In my life, I have been exposed to a challenge called change. Change can occur in many different ways and is dealt with in many different ways. I have come to the awareness that change can be the deepest of all things. I always thought that change occurred when you moved to a state or when you lost someone real close to you. Those are a challenge to change, yes, but change doesn’t have to occur over a climactic incident. It can just appear overnight when your brain winds up when it’s time to do something different. Even with friends that you used to have and know that move on. For example, most of my friends from elementary school, I don’t even talk to them anymore.

There have been very few events throughout my lifetime that I feel have impacted or inspired me with such noteworthiness and that I know will change my outlook on the world and affect me forever. One of those events occurred when I traveled to Portugal, my parent’s homeland. From this excursion in 2007, I learned the importance of family, most importantly the distant kind. It provided me with a totally different perspective on the world and how large and extended one’s family can really be; even across cultures and continents. I felt so fortunate learning this lesson at a young age and growing to appreciate the ideals I was brought up with as a child. The family I have in Portugal has always been there; however, their faces have aged and

My first experience of freedom was the first time I drive my car by myself for the first time. Ever since I was little, I had wanted to drive. My grandma would take me out into the country and let me steer on her lap when I was little. It didn’t feel like I thought it was supposed to. I had attempted to take my moms car out for a drive when I was ten, but I got caught. When I turned twelve, my grandma let me drive her car without her help but she was in the car with me. She let me drive because she knew how bad I wanted to. It was on the same country road as when I was little, steering on her lap. The country road would lead to my cousins house. I was able to drive her car on the country road multiple times because we would go to my cousins house frequently. I have lived in Newton, Kansas my whole life. I have moved over a dozen times, luckily my mom kept us in the same town throughout. I have attended Newton Public Schools my entire childhood. My mom would always give me rides to school in the mornings before she went to work. I would always ask if I could drive and she would reply with “No, you are not old enough and you don’t even have a driver's license”. I have always felt trapped. I could leave the house and ride my bike whenever I felt like it, but I still felt trapped. I couldn’t drive. I wanted to drive so bad I thought I would kill for it. I didn’t know how to cope knowing I wasn’t allowed to drive. So every time I had feelings about this issue, I would go into my

The end of school came eventually, and I abandoned dreams of the sixth grade. Luckily, I was transferring to another elementary school, but this offered me little consolation. Only dummies have to repeat a grade.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.