Personal Narrative: Learning How To Drive For The First Time

For the History Museum paper, we took a trip to the Penn Museum in Philadelphia. It was interesting that the tour guide asked who has been there before and I was only one of three people who raised their hand. Nobody knowing I was born and raised in Philadelphia, I have been to the Penn Museum only once when I was younger. I was actually pretty excited to go again and see what has changed since I have been there.

Most people remember the first time they got to sit behind the wheel of a car and the exhilarating feeling of control. The first time I drove came about in the final lap of the derby I raced in the summer before my freshman year of high school. The race took place in Daley Plaza in Chicago on a sunny Saturday afternoon. My team and I were filled with excitement and nerves as we prepared to begin the race. Everyone chose me to drive as our final driver, and the thought of potentially driving to secure our victory terrified me. Soon the race started and we were swept away in the first three crazy laps and the intense challenges. Finally, Aastha pulled up to our pit and scrambled out of the car to complete the challenge. I quickly threw on the

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

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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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

If you have never taught a little one to drive a four wheeler, then you better be in for a major headache. Teaching my little brother to drive a four wheeler will always be the day that I will remember. It was somewhat funny, but you have to feel sorry for the little rascal. Whenever the call came to teach my little brother to drive a four wheeler, I was the unlucky one to answer.

My first time driving was on a Saturday morning in an empty school parking lot. My father forced me to drive a large 2006 Chevrolet Tahoe in the lanes between the parking spaces. I was terrified, as it was such a new experience for me. It only lasted fifteen minutes, but I told my parents that I never wanted to drive again. I was convinced that I would never be good at it, no matter

The first time I was in the car when my brother, he drove my family and I to visit my grandparents to eat supper. He looked calm and ready when he first stepped into my mom's brown Toyota. When he pulled out of the garage, I could feel my heart beating faster in my chest, I knew this would happen but I hoped it wouldn't come to be anything bad. While he was in the front seat driving I sat in the back seat, but I tried to not pay attention, as I played on my phone. My dad helped him out with a few tips here and there, but otherwise, he drove really well all the way there on the long windy road, Campbell Station.

When I first turned 15 years old I immediately told my mom how I needed to take the test. I studied and studied for long nights on end. I constantly read the rules of the road. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't take the practice test. I wanted to make sure I was the best of the best and got a 100%. I wasn’t going to take any chances on failing. Day after day went by of obsessed studying and I decided I was ready to take my test. I arrived at the Driver's Bureau. I walked into a room where I pushed a button on a machine that made a loud rolling

Approximately a year ago, I was super excited to get my driver’s license and drive on my own. I had practiced day almost every day with my mother. With butterflies in my stomach, I went to my local DMV office to take the driving test. I gave my name and waited. I felt confident that I would pass as I had practiced many times. I got into my car and so did the instructor. Unfortunately, I did not pass, as I did not park well. I felt unaccomplished.

In the United States, almost anyone who is above the age of 16 and is able to pass a common sense test for a middle schooler is able to receive a driver’s license. Getting out on to the road and being an independent driver only requires three things: the license, a working car, and enough gas to make it from Point A to Point B. However, there is a definite difference between knowing how to drive versus knowing how to drive well. Today you will learn how to drive so as not make other drivers or your passengers angry from the initial take off to the actual driving to the parking

Driving has been one of the most useful inventions that have been created since the 1930’s, but it hasn’t been until recently that it has become one of the most dangerous creations. We all are guilty of looking at our phone when we hear the buzz, or changing the song because it doesn’t meet your expectation. We are all lucky that when we cave into those negative behaviors that we are not the face on the news that was included in a five car pile-up on the freeway, but when we do see that on the new the most common thought is “That can’t happen to me”. Driving is an important skill that is learned in the teen years, but it shouldn’t be the only skill they learn. If we all want to have a safe ride to work, home, or just around the block, then the realization of not being the only person on the road becomes vital.

Everyone has been through that time in their life when they're in their mid-teens, and start to obtain new privileges and responsibilities like driving for the first time, and or getting a first real job. One might sound dull, and boring, but the other is something every teen cannot wait to experience, but unluckily for me my first driving experience wasn't so great. A couple months back, I was in my auto technical class, and the class, and I were doing our day to day shop work when my instructor came up to me, and said he needed a car moved so we can check it out. He handed me the keys no questions asked most likely because I had neglected to tell him I haven't even gotten my permit yet. So me and my buddy ran to the car with excitement and I hopped into the driver side assuring my friend I knew what I was doing after he’d asked me about three times. I put the vehicle in drive and it started to move at that moment I realized I didn't know to hold the brake down and ended up colliding with the truck in front of us.

The first time I drove a true car was two years ago. I begged my friend so many time to teach me how to drive. Fortunately, my roommate his left his car to me when I came to ASU. Every day when I got out of class, I would drive the car around Tempe. But every thing got change after that Friday. It became a nightmare for me.