My Driving Test

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

I couldn’t breath and with each heartbeat getting faster my stomach was becoming  more upset. Then my thoughts ran wild; what if I got another concussion? If I got another concussion, would I get brain damage and never be the same?  One after another, so many negative thoughts appeared in my mind. So I paused for a second, concentrated on my breathing, and reminded myself that I am safe. I worked over what I was concerned about; thought of the worst situation that could happen. I considered if the worse happened, how long would it last? I began to reflect on the positive elements I would still have in my life and how the experience of the worst situation possible could advance who I am as a person.

I had situation involving a car accident. I was not giving the correct directions (being mislead) it caused a accident, which left my car wrecked. I am a great driver I learned hands on which is the way I love to learn now a days. Because of the bad directions I learn to just ask the place I am going and find my way through GPS. I am avoiding any future possible situations by misguidance.

He was a young man around eighteen like me I’d say. He came over began to talk to me.

In the backseat of the car, my two best friends by my side. The smell of in-n-out filled our noses and the uneasy feeling sunk into my stomach, heartbeating faster than it has been in a while. The two front windows were rolled down, and the air quickly traveled to the back of the car, air circulating our bodies, winding our hair up in knots. I felt delusional due to staying up late awaiting this moment, but I was so aware. With Madi to my left and Lexi to my right I felt calm, yet anxious. Our favorite band played loud on the radio, we sung along and knew that in a few minutes we would be singing those songs next to the writers of them. I was already longing for them, their music made me feel serene. Like nothing was wrong, the world was a blur and everything else disappeared.

I opened the doors and walked into the building where a young, peppy lady sat at the wooden desk in front of me and excitedly greeted me saying, “Hi! Can I have your name please?” It was the day of my driving test and my nerves are getting to me more than ever before. The words “Andrew Tenore,” came out in a sputtery mess. “Thank you, take a seat. Goodluck!” she called. There was a couple other people waiting with me, all with the same blank, distressed face as myself. As I sat there, for what felt like forever, I began to have thoughts about how this test could go.

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 was on my way to a 10:30 class on route 29 in Gainesville, heading towards route 66 when I looked over I noticed a car was flipped over on its side, and there was not a cop in site. The first thing that came to my mind was to stop, but there were multiple people helping. However, I knew how traffic was going to be on 66 to get to Mason on time. I had to juggle the choices of stopping, be late to class or keep driving and arrive to class on time. If I missed the class I would miss out on important information needed to pass the class to complete my degree. If I did not have a class that day I would have stopped because I care about people’s well-being. The consequence approach to this decision is deciding to keep driving because it is my

to go out with a few friends from work. She said she would be back

I woke up at eight in the morning, being that it was May and spring was in the air I knew that my day would be perfect. As I leaped out of my warm and comfortable bed to put on my Bullwinkle slippers, my stomach nerves began to tighten. I figured it was just a small bellyache and I would get over it soon. I walked slowly to the bathroom not really realizing that the house was not filled with sunshine as it usually is during these beautiful spring days. As I began to brush my teeth my eyes caught a glimpse of the window that I now noticed was so close to the mirror. I could have died when I noticed that the rain was coming down like a storm. It was at that moment that I ran to mother’s room to tell her that I couldn’t go driving today. My

“I’ll do it for you, just go!” I don’t really have a choice, so I climb in the car and try to drive. It doesn’t work so well. On the highway, I almost hit a car at a stop sign and I end up driving off the

Later in the day, it was time to go, at last. It was around 5:00 pm. I felt this deep down feeling in my gut that felt like a blow to the stomach. I made an excuse and told myself it was hunger. Or at least that’s what I told other people.

My mom was furious when she came to pick me up. I figured she would scream at me also, maybe tell me how pissed she is at me, but she's been giving me the silent treatment ever since I slipped into the passenger seat. And after five minutes of this I was already sick and tired of it.

I ran in the car as fast as I could, when I finally got in I raised my voice at my mother.

I couldn’t stop throwing up. My body physically started retching every time a morsel of food managed to pass through my lips. I just thought it was a ruinous case of the