The Steering Wheel Of Life

When I first started driving I had trouble with a variety of tasks, but after learning from my mistakes, practicing, and finally becoming a couple steps closer to being a more mature person overall. It is important to take driving seriously and follow all of the laws in order to keep yourself and other safe at all times. After driving for awhile some people start to feel comfortable so I need to be careful that I don’t become to relaxed and always pay the utmost attention. I hope me overcoming some difficulties really inspire others to overcome their problems and fine a way to succeed in what they

Here I am captured in this irritating street where all I can do is listen to music and look at Facebook. I am waiting for cars to start moving and continue with their destination. Little do I know that ahead of me is a two hour traffic. I am already tired, bored, and furious. I cannot believe I took this road home instead of my usual route. Why do I have to try new things? I should stick to what I know. While I sit in the drivers’ sit I am still wondering why I had the bright idea of taking a new way home, a way that I had little knowledge of.

I sat on the driver’s seat nervously and took a deep breath. It was a hot Saturday afternoon; the sun was starting to fall and my mom and I were at the Department of Public Safety practicing for my driver’s test. My mom was sitting on the passenger’s seat and reckoned, “Aggie, you will be fine” as I finished parallel parking. This was probably the hundredth time we had practiced and every single one had different outcomes.

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

In order to avoid bad roads as much as possible, drivers must plan his or her route and

The article “Driving to The Funeral” by Anna Quindlen discusses the rite of passage when it comes to driving at sixteen and the risks that come with young drivers. The beginning of the article gives you a reminder of the major high school milestones that everyone hits, even the unfortunate ones. This is where the author jumps right into statistics of teen accident rates; (“…car crashes are the No. 1 cause of death among 15-to-20-year old’s in this country”). The purpose of the article is to take teen driving seriously as an accident can be lifechanging.

And your struggles are the road. The vehicle is you. And the driver is your attitude.

The roads are dark, and we have been driving for about 15 minutes, which is a little confusing considering they said our destination was less than 10 minutes away. We turn again. We have made so many turns. I am starting to get even more nervous than I was before we left. “What is going on? This cannot be right,” I think to myself. We are turning again, and, if it is possible, I am even more nervous than I was a minute ago. We are now driving on Lambert Road, one of many roads around Gonzales of which I am not familiar. This road is eerie and gives me an uneasy feeling. I start to

No matter what changes in your life you still go to school and you are still dependent upon your parents. You continually go to school, but it changes because every year you go to a new grade. You are constantly getting older, so that remains the same, but once you hit a certain age you can start driving. The driving part is new, so because you kept growing

“A Driver’s Life: Driving Matters” starts with a young man around the age of 16 who is learning how to drive with his dad in a older Mazda car. Through the course of 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

1. Discuss the protagonist’s ability to control the direction of his life. What factors prevent him from living the life he desires? What is out of his control…or controlling him?

Like most people i'm going on a post high school trip but unlike most people my trip isn't for fun, it's for answers. I quickly glance in my mirror to see if i can even attempt to get in the next lane but instead see a pair of what others may call unique set of eyes staring back at me. Heterochromia, a trait passed on to me from my mother, one being Brown and the other being green piercing my soul looking for answers. I run my hand through my curly hair, or at least try attempt to get through the unruly mess “yea, im definitely searching for something”... Honk Honk. I yelp from the sound and realize i had took my foot off the gas and was going significantly slower than one should be going on major highway, “sorry” I yell as if the other drivers can hear me. All of a sudden everything is bathed in a bright green light and I swerve to the side of the road hearing a parade honks from other cars but knowing it was worth it to avoid any collisions and horrible accidents. Even in the split second that I have these visions something seriously bad can happen, and dying in a crash is not how I wanna go

Driving, in theory, is a simple concept. Push the gas to go, and go straight until you want to turn. Driving on a lonely road, down a straight path is something most could do in their sleep. But continue down this straight path and it will eventually be interrupted by a new road. It is where these two roads converge that things begin to get complicated. The intersection of two roads that come from two different beginnings, and lead to two completely different destinations; there are regulations to ensure each driver makes it through the crossroads. Now imagine a road with five intersections, or ten, or fifteen. Each person is a combination of these intersections; a mess of pasts and futures that make her unique. Society has attempted to regulate

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.