Personal Narrative: The Day Of My Driving Test

I remember it like it happened yesterday. It was a warm sunny day on October 27 2013, and we were driving to my sister Amy’s house in Kaukauna. We had to drop off a set of bunk beds at her house for my niece Mia. My dad, mom, my sister Anna, and I were all in one car, while my two brothers, Andrew and David, were in the Ford Ranger ahead of us. We were having fun in the car, talking, laughing and listening to music, until we came up on a yield sign. My brother Andrew proceeded through it first, when a black Envoy came speeding around the corner, too fast to slow down. When Andrew saw it coming he tried to swerve, but the car was going too fast, and it was too late. The car hit the truck,

Fast forward to the end of my test; sitting in the car with the driving instructor and she tells me that I failed and will not be able to take it for two weeks. She tells me exactly what to work on and walks inside to talk to my

Imagine getting handed over the keys to your very first car. I felt so much excitement inside of me. All I could think of being a race car driver. When I felt those keys in my hand for the first time, I could see myself cruising down the country roads to school. I also thought about being in the streets and racing my friends. Then I felt my mother snatch the keys from my hand and saying “I know you are not thinking about racing.” My mom would always tell me not to speed before I left the house. I heeded the warnings she gave. Feeling like I knew what I was doing, I had a sense of invincibility and knew the cops would never catch me. I ended up seeing the day that I thought would never come.

The most outstanding moment of my life so far is when i got my first car.It was a cool March morning in Pensacola Florida.I had my drivers test at eight thirty in the morning at the DMV on W street.As i got to the DMV ,we checked in for my appointment we had made.Soon the instructor came out and told me it was my turn.As nervous but as ready as i could be,i followed him out to my car.After he checked to make sure all safety requirement were checked,i began my test.All i could remember was what my parents had told me.¨If you pass your drivers test you will get a car.¨.When i finished my test,i had only missed 9 points.So i went back into the DMV and took my picture for my license.On my way back home my mom said ¨we have something for you.¨.As

I was 10 years old when I began to drive on my own and was 16 years old when I first drove by myself. It was great and one of the best things to ever happen in my life. When I was a little child I would be sitting in my mom or dads lap holding on to the steering wheel because I couldn’t reach the gas petal. As I was getting older my dad started teaching me how to drive by myself. The first time I did it by myself I didn’t know how to make the car go forward or backwards.

I hate driving. I have some trepidation about using that word but hate is due where it’s due. And I hate driving. It might have something to do with the fact that no matter how good a driver I am, my safety is still in the hands of some over-confident twenty-something who is texting, eating, and driving simultaneously. Or maybe it’s the environmentally driven guilt I have while pumping gas. Either way, I just really don’t like driving. But, it was driving that made me realize I felt like an ant. I was in the left turn lane on my way home from a hot afternoon of summer band. The little green traffic arrow lit up and, much like ants following the instruction of a pheromone, we swung our metallic bodies in the instructed direction of travel and

I got my dog almost one year ago. We got him on november second 2014. Me and my sister had begged our parents to get us a dog but they kept saying no. THe day that we ended up getting him my parents just said that we were going camping. They said we were going camping in a cabin a few miles from Bend Oregon.

I could just imagine his evil laugh when he failed me. Walking through the completely white hallway with only signs to guide me to the right place, I read every sign hoping that the one that read DRIVERS LISCENCE would be closed. The hallway seemed like it was a mile long and I knew that we were approaching the last few doors, one of which would say the two most horrifying words. I looked down at the ground; when I looked up, I was faced with the fear of the huge, bold lettered welcome sign. Peeking around the corner, I preyed that the evil instructor would be out for the day. Lucky me, I was standing face to face with the same instructor that I had heard so many terrifying stories about. With thoughts those in my mind, along with the thought of failing, I didn 't know what to do.

This kids parents asked him, if he wanted them to help him pay for his car, pay for summers driver’s Ed, or just wait for driver’s Ed in the school year and not get your license until you are a 12th grader. He picked summers driver’s Ed so he could drive to school and also to work. He goes to drive Ed every day Monday through Thursday 8:00 - 10:00 when he drove it is 8:00 -12:30.

I approached the vehicle and asked MD why she was driving without someone 21 years of age in the vehicle and she informed me that she just wanted to hang out with friends and watch the fireworks. I asked MD if anyone in the vehicle had consumed alcohol and she told me no.

It's Friday, March 25 in the morning at about 7:00 am when my mom wakes all of us up to get ready to leave. On the way to Minnesota we were driving, but still in suamico, we stopped at a Kwik Trip gas station to fill up the tank. We all were thirsty so we got a water from the cooler in the back of the truck, but my brother Roy spilled his all over himself and on the seats.”Good thing it's just water.” My mom said. As we drove across the imaginary line splitting Wisconsin with Minnesota there was a big rock carved into the shape of Minnesota that said, “Welcome To Minnesota.” When we were on the highway we almost got into two major accidents, the first one was when we had an open lane ahead the driver to the right of us tried coming into our lane right next to us and put our left two tires

I was driving blind tucked in the seat of a tank with only my head peaking out. We had our lights of for tactical purposes and my section leader, staff sergeant Watkins was up top with a pair of night vision goggles directing me over the head set. The brisk night air rushing across my face was the only indication that we made any headway into the night. The emptiness absorbed even the ground rushing by closest to me. Only the occasional rabbit fleeing from beneath the rampaging behemoth broke the stillness of the inky surface. Stretched out across the landscape like fingers lurching forth from some abysmal hand hidden in the sky our platoon wheeled forward. Unilaterally wielding this hand was our first sergeant Gargard.

It was a brisk foggy afternoon that was soon to turn to night. John had just waved by to all his friends at the party. It was a thirty minute drive home down some back roads in the country. Five minutes down the road it got dark and foggy, John was trying to get home as fast as he could safely. He was surrounded by open fields and corn fields on all sides. Then before he knew it his truck started to stall for an unexplainable reason. John immediately started to panic but tried to stay calm the best that he could. His truck came to a complete stop and there he was on a back road in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that he could see in front of him was a mailbox with a long drive with cornfields on both sides. John had no other option in the world

On October 31, 2017, my mom expected me to be home by 12:00am. I was driving at night and noticed that I was only forty-five minutes away. I thought about taking a shortcut through the woods. The roads appeared to be working after being reconstructed. The only thing that caught my attention was a sign. I looked at the sign and noticed that I had to be careful of how I drive. I normally drive 60 mph on highways. Sometimes, I go faster than that. I took exit 240 to get home. Ten minutes later, another sign appeared. On this sign, it mentions construction ahead. Since the road was fine, I thought it would not matter. I drove straight down the road without being nervous. I suddenly had a phone call from my mother. She asked, “Where are you?” I told her that I was only ten minutes away.

I let my mind wander and stare down at my shoes covered in the dry sand of New Mexico. I begin to go over the possible outcomes of the test. My eyes became blurry. All of my thoughts swirl around my empty head and just as I could no longer bear them, sand blows into my face. I glance up and I realize that I had been talking aloud and my methodical mumbling had caught the attention of my colleagues. I ignore their stares, compose myself, and calmly walk into a heavily