Personal Narrative: The 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,

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

It all started on Diamond Hill Rd it was a cold and dark night, my brother and I was riding our bikes. Since I had just learned to ride my bike, my parents did not want me to ride on the road. The street he drove on had cars that would ride through there all the time. My brother and I were riding down the road with our neighbors on our bike when a dark blue suv started backing up, and I was ahead of everyone because they kept on stopping to talk to each other, so I slammed right into the car and flew far.

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

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 attended adaptive driving program on November 12, 2015, which was hosted by Nicole White, OTR. It was called Evaluate, Train, Adapt, Can Mama Keep the Car Keys? I found this program very interesting. Plus I walked out with the impression that if I have any traumatic event occur in my life; I will never be able to drive again. The program seems very intensive, and the participants have to go through various steps to complete it. The driving service is for people that have had or is having a even occur to them to impact their ability to drive. This could be a spinal injury, dementia, traumatic brain injury, stroke, or an amputation. To begin the program, the person must receive a referral from their doctor. The first appointment involves

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

While many people receive their licenses at sixteen, I waited until I was twenty-three before I attained my license. When the day ultimately came for the test, my mother and sister dropped me off at the license branch. After I took and passed the written exam, I waited to hear the driving instructor call my name. As I sat there, it seemed that an eternity passed before I heard my name called and my driving instructor introduced herself. When we left, there were butterflies in my stomach as we walked to my car. By performing a safety test, she established that

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.

My mom was fifteen when she received her permit because she took drivers training through West Noble School corporation. She was sixteen when she received her license, she went to Kendaville Bureau of Motor Vehicle. My mom said she was very nervous during the test. She missed a very easy question that asked "Is driving a right or a privilege." She remembers taking the driving part of the test in a very long motor vehicle , and not knowing if she would be able to parallel park in it. But she did pass the very first try to that was because of drivers training and her parents letting her practice on their vehicles. My dad was fifteen when he received his permit. He had never driven a vehicle before e received his permit. He was sixteen when he

Have you ever failed at something so important to you? Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of driving and feeling the fresh wind in my hair. I turned 15 a year and a half ago and I was so excited to finally get my permit and to live out my dream, but things didn't go as plan. Ben Franklin said it the best when he said “You can do anything you set your mind to” I didn’t believe I could pass the test which made me terrified to even take it.

My first time driving was just last summer, when I started my job. I was driving with my dad around my neighborhood.I never drove before in my life, and my stomach turned inside out when he told me to get in the car. I never really felt that nervous in my life before. I probably said every swear word I know during that car ride. I knew this fateful day would come, I got in my little black beetle. I kind of knew the basics, but once I turned the car on, I knew nothing more. I think my dad assumed that I knew what the heck was going on. I looked at him, and I asked him what to do next. He quickly explained what to do, while I was processing that I was actually going to drive. I started my car and backed out of the driveway then began driving

When I was Driving my four wheeler. I was driving the rocky road that leads to my barn, and I wasn't paying attention. I could feel that something bad was going to happen. Like I predicted the four Wheeler's right wheel stick was old and it snapped in half. It broke and turned right. It threw me off, and after that, that's when things start to get bad.

After our hour and a half drive that should a been two hours, we were in the city. Most of the lights in the sky were planes. Most of the skyscrapers managed to simultaneously look exactly the same and completely different. There was hundreds of cars on the road, and no one seemed to know how to drive. This was the city I