The Wisdom Of Learning And Drive

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.

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.

The day my parents drove into the driveway with a Jeep was one of the most exciting days in my life. Although it would be six long months before I actually had a driver's license, the Jeep represented freedom. Still to this day, I am grateful for the privilege to roll down the top and blast my music. But, I’m still a kid with a desire to one day go from zero to sixty in less than three seconds. The Jeep is enjoyable but I hope one day earn enough money to buy a Dodge Hellcat for many reasons.

Copeland’s article is meant to inform parents of their effects on teen’s driving behaviors. Their actions behind the wheel let their children know what is okay to do and what is not. If parents are aware of this then it would help them try to set a good example. This academic journal is a reliable source that comes from the database Academic Search Elite, provided by school’s online database systems.

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 secondary school, kids have a couple of choices of getting the chance to class: having their guardians drive them, taking the transport, or driving themselves. The most simple alternative is for them to drive themselves to class. Being an authorized driver is a gigantic obligation and is expected to show youthful understudies how to handle obligation.

The short story “Driving to the Funeral” by Anna Quindlen discusses about the appropriate age to start driving. The author starts out by stating that “car crashes are the No. 1 cause of death among 15 to 20-year-olds in this country.” Many teenagers start driving at 16 and that is the reason why the number of car crashes continue to go up for their age group. Quindlen questions why parents of 16-year-olds allow their kids to start driving right away without giving it much thought. Their recklessness only leads to missing countless high school memories that last a lifetime. Teenagers who start driving early are known to break protocols, which is one of the reasons of fatal car crashes. One protocol is that they are not allowed to carry more

As teenagers are leaving their homes, cities, and in many cases, states, to attend colleges, driving has become an integral part in a teen’s life. However, many states are putting heavy restrictions on teen drivers to keep not only them safe, but the rest of the community as well. But that has not been enough- teen drivers still are a major problem on the road due partly to their lack of mental development. This has pushed some states to consider raising minimum driving age, eliminating the whole problem of inexperience in drivers. The minimum age should not raised, however, because it will not help the issue of road safety.

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.

In the article, “Teenage Drivers? Be Very Afraid” (2016), Bruce Feiler, writer for the New York Times, insists parents to “get much more involved” in their teenager’s driving life and in the progress increase the chances of them driving more safely. Feiler conveys the idea of safer driving by juxtaposing a variety of parent involvement in a teenager’s life (“back off” versus “get more involved”), by providing statistics and evidence of possible perils (motor vehicle accidents), and by establishing certain rules that their child must follow (no use of phones). Using advice from doctors, the author emphasizes the importance of parent involvement in order to influence teenagers to bring driving violations to a halt; in fact, Feiler believes that

Erin Whitehouse got her driver’s license at sixteen on her first try. Proud of that, she had begged her parents to take the car out nearly every day. Crossing town had been no problem then. Over the years, though, she had let go of the wheel. Jack, her husband liked to drive, and he had critiqued her driving until she had finally given in and turned the task over him whenever they were together. She had still run errands, but quick runs bore no resemblance to driving to work and home, across town, during rush hour traffic.

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 often get asked why I don’t drive and my simple response to those who ask is simply that I have no interest, which isn’t necessarily true. The real reason I cower away from what I consider to be a huge responsibility of driving is because I have witnessed firsthand the crippling effects cars can have on the fragile human life. In February of my senior on a day that I had just happened to be home from school I received a text from an unusual number it was my best friend’s brother who had texted me to inform me that his sister, a girl who was at my house five times a week, someone who was attached to my hip had been hit by a car. The text was simple and nonchalant which made me think it couldn’t have been too bad.

Driving fast in a car may be unsafe but the thrill and excitement of high rates of speed gave me a rush I had never felt before. Seeing, feeling and hearing everything go by faster made the whole driving experience so much better. My mouth watered with envy as I approached the drivers' seat every time I went out for a drive. The automobile, as a whole, became a high interest of mine; the styling, the sound and the speed of it. I loved driving and I loved cars and all of this new found love was from the birth of my drivers' license. Such a simple piece of paper opened up such a broad area of learning for me; it was of much amazement to me.