Personal Narrative: If I Could Pass The 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.

The first time driving without a license was when I was 15 years old. It was a Wednesday around two o’clock in the afternoon. I was walking toward my aunt’s white Toyota truck. It was during the summer of 2010 and I was helping my father at his recycling company. Everyday,

I was overwhelmed at the first try without having my permit. As friend after friend got their permit or licence it made me want to do the same. But, the fear of failing made it harder for me to have the courage and determination to study for the test. My hands would tremble every time I thought about that test and, as always, I talked myself out of it. But once it was down to my friend Hannah and I the competitive side of me came out. I vowed to myself that I would get my permit and license before her. She is older than me and once I made my vow to get my license and permit before her, I stuck to it.

It was the day when there was this big test and I didn’t study at all, it was for science and I had a feeling that I was going to get a bad grade. As I was looking at each of the questions I got more and more anxious because I wasn’t a fully sure if any of the questions I was answering were correct. That’s when I lost my hope or motivation. I tried my best answering each of the questions with the most detail I could. Then I crossed my fingers and tried to keep my hopes up. The test was on the computer so I checked it twice and turned it into google classroom. After two long days of waiting, the grades for the test were in. I checked it and as a result of not losing my hope, I got an A-. I knew that if I had hoped I will get through any challenge better than having no

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

As I walk into the school, I take a deep breath repeating the words “I can do this, I’ve done it before.” Laying my paper down to the table, the woman gives me the okay to head up to room 222. Walking up the stairs I could feel my heartbeat pound harder and harder, as if I had an elephant pounding on my chest. Realizing this was my last chance to take this test before I started applying to colleges, made my stress level rise uncontrollably.

My friend B____ spent her whole summer doing one of those expensive SAT prep courses. 5 days a week, 5 hours a day. Most people would be glad to have not been in her shoes. Glad to have spent there 2 months of freedom sleeping in or enjoying California’s sunny beaches. But I couldn’t and still can’t help but feel a little jealous. Jealous of how good she’s doing. Jealous that she could afford such a well acclaimed course, while I was stuck with a SAT book. Mostly though I think the jealousy stems from the fact that I’m just anxious. Every day that goes by is valuable.

Feeling sick and tired again, nothing new same ole me. But FSA is coming up again and this year means a lot. I have to get at least a three or back into a reading intensive class for me.

Things really came around for me when I realized during the beginning of my junior year that my grades weren’t where I wanted them to be, so I made a conscious decision to be a better version of myself. I stopped being indifferent about school and put the same amount of effort I applied in sports to my everyday studies. Constantly improving my test and quiz scores just like my shooting percentage in basketball and my batting average in baseball. I took the same lesson my mom taught me and applied it to where it matters the most, in school.

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

It is a warm fall day and I’m getting ready to take the ACT’s. The time is six forty-five am and I am just waking up to get ready for the test. The very first thing I do to get ready is shower, and once I’m done I put on sweatpants and a t-shirts so that way I’m relaxed. I eat a big breakfast so that way I don’t get as hungry throughout the day. I then continue by getting in my car and drive to the school to take the test. I then proceed to check in, and they check me in a then direct me to the classroom in which I will be taking my test. I’m now in my seat waiting to be given the test and I know that I am ready for the test because I have prepared. There are many steps a person can take to successfully prepare him or herself for standardized

There were a million thoughts racing through my head, but I still seemed to skip school and do rebellious things. I then knew I had to either pass or else retake this test until I did. Well, as we all know not taking care of proper priorities that was needed, I failed. I remember sitting at lunch full of noise with my pepperoni pizza wishing once I hear my results I would be proud, things were the opposite. Standing near the auditorium which was right next to the lunch room, my heart stopped. I was so disappointed in myself for not making the right choice. I put an unbearable amount of pressure on myself. All I can hear was “it will be okay, you can retest in three weeks”. All that was just said went into one ear and out the

We rolled up to our destination, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked around in anticipation My heart rate quickened as we parked our dusty gray colored Toyota wagon. We started strolling down the aisles until my I stopped and pointed, the reddish gold and platinum glimmered as we made our way over to take a closer look. As we got closer my dad was very concerned about what we were getting into. I didn’t care, my stomach had so many butterflies in it you would think there was a nest in it. The sleek aerodynamic body made for nice straight body anyone who had any sort of experience would be impressed by.

One rainy day mid-June, a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, my mother and father told me that I was ready to go take my driver’s test. It had been a long road getting to this day, from my father grunting as a take turns too wide and my mother pushing her foot into the imaginary brake hidden under the passenger seat. I was ready to gain some of my own freedom (get the two crazy people out of the car), so I went into the DMV sure that I would walk out proudly as a licensed driver.

I remember that I was seventeen during my third and last year in high school. I had gained a lot of skills to face that national exam. I worked hard days and nights for months to be prepared for the exam. The last day of the exam while I was walking out of the building I could hear my heart beating and my blood circulated like tap water. I could not think clearly, I was asking myself if I got the answers right, if I wrote my name on the papers or if I answered all the questions, I was totally nervous and confused. After the exam, I had to wait for the grades because it took two to three weeks for the government to correct all exams. The following week I could not finish my food as I used to do, I