My Experience : My Personal Experience

When questioned about the stench, I was informed that it was, in fact, the overwhelmingly pleasant fragrance of deer urine. This did very little to ease my agitation. Surprisingly, I was not told to present my permit, which was odd, but since I wouldn’t be able to drive if it was known that I lacked a permit, I had no reason to argue. Thus, away we drove, with my unsteady hand at the wheel. Just like the rest of my life, it was pretty uninteresting for the most part, until I was informed of where I would be going: onto the interstate. In my eyes, the interstate is just a long stretch of accidents waiting to happen: hundreds of cars going at such high speeds could only lead to that conclusion. Panicked, I attempted to dissuade the instructor from making me drive into such a mess by using my classic persuasion tactic of nervous stammering and chuckling, but it was to no avail: he was dead-set on seeing me on that interstate. This sharp increase in anxiety only swelled as we passed by a stationary police car. As I was informed that the instructor asked police officers to pull fellow driver’s ed students over, simply to test how they should react in such a situation, I could only let out nervous laughter and thank my lucky stars that I avoided that mess. We pulled into a gas station and he left to grab a drink. I would’ve loved to join him, but seeing as I had no wallet, it was a futile task. Alone in the car, I

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

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.

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

“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

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.

We all have our own opinions on things. Some people have strong opinions. When people with strong feelings get together and notice they have differing opinions, it can lead to arguments. That’s what happened in my case. Recently, I experienced my first big fight with my parents over how many college classes I should be able to take.

Although we’ve all experienced any degree of disappointments in our lives, there are a select few that tend to stick with us. They act as assets in our lives, tools to use help us grow. The way a person deals with disappointment speaks volume about who someone is. Personally, I am the kind of person who likes to have constants in my life; commodities that won’t change and those that I can depend on when everything else is unstable. When I was in my second year of middle school, one of my biggest constants was my band director, Ms. Palmer. The way my school district operated, all the middle school directors would also help in the mornings at the high school band class. As a result of this, once my brother and sister left our middle school,

When I was young I didn't realize that my life was different from anyone else's. I thought everyone lived like me. That it wasn't that unusual to have an alcoholic father who was always angry, and that no one else had enough money either but they were just better at keeping up appearances. I was a naive little girl who didn't know any better.

The roads were icy. I stared out of the car window as my mother drove me to the DMV. I was blinded by the glistening, white snow that formed a blanket over the quickly passing horizon. Once we arrived, someone came over right away to administer my test. I was asked a few questions about my car and how it worked. I was able to produce the answers with ease. The driving portion was brief. I was behind the wheel for a maximum of ten minutes. I passed the test. In that moment, I was overcome with a feeling of relief. I thought I was invincible; freedom was finally mine. (1)

As a freshmen there are many experiences and trials you ,must overcome in order to support yourself as a student .These actions don’t come easily and may take may attempt before learning from them. If you choices to neglect taking these action it will only end hurting you later on in your academia career. In my personal experiences, I should have been more informed of on compass resources like the AEC alongside with improving my own actions like improving important skill such time management and communication in order to support my success.

In a school setting I have very little experience working in groups. I have always been part of classes where presentations and work is performed individually. However, I like to collaborate with others. I am willing to do my best to help the group be successful in this class. In my job, we work as a team, which has helped me become more comfortable with team work.

The teenage years of our lives are often the most challenging. From trying to find out who we are, having a job, and dealing with more rigorous academic work. However, as we approach our late teen years, we begin college and some of us get our first job. In college, we finally pursue that field we always dreamed of studying and make a new circle of friends. Even so, we often find ourselves and our actual interests. Throughout my time in Dominican, I hope to develop as a college student who is more responsible, overachieving, outgoing and that doesn’t give up by the goals I have set and will set every semester, the different academic and extra-curricular activities I become part of and identifying any possible challenges and solutions to them.

The water was hitting my face, as steam blew of my body, I changed the hot water to cold. The shower was refreshing me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the hardships and obstacles I faced to get to where I am now. The vivid images of all the negative things I went through and a few positive were filling my head. I couldn’t stop comparing the past to the present I was in right now. Even though I lived through a lot of crappy periods in my life, I ended up learning that through pain we gain hope. All my problems started in elementary, the place I considered living hell.

Driving fast in a car may be unsafe but the thrill and excitement of high rates of speed gave me a rush I had never felt before. Seeing, feeling and hearing everything go by faster made the whole driving experience so much better. My mouth watered with envy as I approached the drivers' seat every time I went out for a drive. The automobile, as a whole, became a high interest of mine; the styling, the sound and the speed of it. I loved driving and I loved cars and all of this new found love was from the birth of my drivers' license. Such a simple piece of paper opened up such a broad area of learning for me; it was of much amazement to me.