Narrative Essay About Driving

My mind was racing, I was racing. What was happening around me...everything was a blur. I remember hearing someone in the car talking. Where was I even looking? “Watch your speed, Janhavi. If you keep going this fast, you’re going to kill us and everyone around us!” yelled my driving instructor. I looked down at my speedometer... I was going 60 mph on what I had recalled to be a 45 mph road.

My heart clenched. I felt tears fill my eyes as I forcefully pressed my foot on the brake. Not understanding that there was a more comfortable and calmer way to do so. This was my first time driving on the main road. And I was getting yelled at for mistakes any completely new driver would make! I was devastated, my body convulsing with disappointed tears. How could he yell at me? The sound of someone’s voice raising has always made me feel so bad-especially when to point out my mistakes. As a person I’m very insecure, and it seems that I get yelled at a lot. Whenever something goes wrong, no matter how big or small I get yelled at. Over the years that has made me extremely afraid when even the smallest things go wrong...I’m always afraid to hear the disappointment in someone’s voice. When my driving instructor yelled at me

The car was jerkily pulled back into the current lane. Time stopped, I was panting as if I’d just gotten 1st place in the Olympics for running. My heart squeezing so thin and small it would fit in a petri dish. I didn’t know what to do next my hand gripped the wheel awkwardly as life went by as a blur. The only sound being my driving instructor yelling maniacally in the background. I could feel it set in again... the disappointment. I would never be able to get past this first day on the road. The screaming in the background deflated me. I could never do