Learning to Drive

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“Alright, does this make you feel any better?” The sun just began peeking out from the depths of the clouds. A slight mist covered the bright green grass blades in our neighborhood park. Tiny birds flew high above the ground, chirping to one another. I let out a deep sigh of relief and replied, “This is better, Mama.” It was round three of being behind the wheel; the first two times I came to dub as an “epic fail.” During my first time behind the wheel, I became so nervous that I mistook the gas pedal for the brake pedal. I’m sure many know how that story goes, yet thankfully I was in an empty parking lot; we luckily just startled a stray cat. With my second attempt, after hours of repetitive driving, parking, and turn signal switching, I had my basic driving skills down pat. Round three was here, and I wanted a challenge. There I was, preparing to drive off of the black parking lot pavement and straight onto the main, mean streets. We woke up extra early that Sunday morning, in order to avoid any intense traffic.
There my mom was in the passenger seat. She was going on about telling me the ancient stories of when she first learned how to drive. As she recollected memories from the depths of her mind, she rambled about how she used to have no sense of direction. “I couldn’t tell you 4th street from 5th avenue,” she chuckled to herself. Then she recalled the memory that she didn’t even know what “yield” or “merge” meant, although she was a foreigner. As Mama resurfaced memories from the depths of her mind, the only thing that was surfacing from me was sweat.
My eyes were wide open, pasted strictly on what was going on in front of me. Peering out of the windshield, my eyes darted from the Sedan on my right, to the Camry on my left, ...

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...without the slightest sense of anxiety.
The streets started humming with the sounds of traffic, as more cars began to file onto the stretch of the road. “You’re doing great,” Mama reassured me. After about an hour more on the road, scraping the pavement, we were both ready to head home. “You know Mama, you gave me an amazing lesson today,” I said with great appreciation to my mom. “You weren’t bad at driving to start with,” she began, yet I knew she did not understand what lesson I was referring to. I realized that day that sometimes, different modes of learning and teaching are much more efficient than others in a certain situation. Although one way of teaching may not seem like it makes any sense, or even if you don’t realize it happening like I did, you have to have a little bit of trust in the teacher. I glimpsed back at my mother, and simply stated, “thank you.”

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