As I began to brush my teeth my eyes caught a glimpse of the window that I now noticed was so close to the mirror. I could have died when I noticed that the rain was coming down like a storm. It was at that moment that I ran to mother’s room to tell her that I couldn’t go driving today. My whole body was tense, I knew this was a sign for me to stay home, I was scared and would never be able to drive in the horrible storm. I don’t know how, but she convinced me to just try, “It’s just a driving test,” is what she continued to repeat, “if you fail, your not ready.” I knew she wanted me to fail anyway.
I knew my car was a disgusting mess but that was the last thing on my mind at the moment. Like several days before this one Madelyn was expecting me to take her home, and like several times before, I did. Our conversation on the way there was dull and nothing more than senseless chatter, but as we pulled in to her steep driveway she told me she had a gift inside waiting for me. I was awestruck yet rather confused. Madelyn had told me the gift she wanted to get for me was unobtainable.
I studied for months on end reading that booklet front to back day after day. Then the day finally came that I could take my test, I didn 't pass by one single question. Most would have given up, but it didn’t stop me, I studied harder than before, I took online practice tests and my mom quizzed me; I went back the next day nervous as the first, and finally passed, even though I wasn’t dressed up and looking cute like I was the first time, it was okay because I finally had my permit! The required forty hours seemed like it would be impossible to accomplish, but within a couple of months I had these hours in the bag. Just as the day was approaching to receive my license after six long months of patiently waiting, a really eye opener experience happened.
The rest of the time, he beats me and I dread even more his next unannounced visit. The second lunch bell just rang and I went back to my desk after approaching my third grade teacher, Sister Patricia Rose. I never liked Sister Patricia Rose and this day, I had even more reason not to like her for she disregarded my request to go home. "Just put your head down on your desk," was Sister's response to my ill feeling. Perhaps she did not agree that a headache was a good enough reason to leave school, but she had no idea as to what kind of headache I was suffering.
I was off to take the driving part of the test. I was so nervous and so was my mother. The unexpected turn was that my mother and I practiced so hard on just driving that we forgot about where all the things are on the car like, where is the horn, the lights, and stuff. So needless to say, the start of the test was bad. After those points off and some others on the driving part, I failed the test.
If you couldn't tell, school wasn't my favorite thing. Simply because school forced me to leave my family. What child would want to be separated from their family?! I never wanted to leave them; I was terrified. With this fear engraved into my mind, almost every morning my mom picked me up and took my squirming, tiny self to the car.
When I pushed on the gas, the wheels started to make a screeching sound, and the car went forward really fast. We have a truck parked in the drive way also, so when the car started going towards it I turned the wheel and almost went into the neighbor’s fence. I pushed on the break in time and was able to turn the wheel to avoid hitting both the truck and the fence. Consequently, after that one incident, I wasn’t allowed to set foot behind the steering wheel. I also don’t want to learn for a while, I’m a little frightened now and I always though learning or driving in period would be easy.
Not realizing the consequences, I immediately ran to my dad's car cautiously. I did not feel nervous at all as I turned on the engine of the car and started driving. However, when I was on my way to the arena in Oakland, the car was quickly slowing down on the freeway without me stepping on the breaks. My arms and knees started to tremble as I slowly drove to the emergency lane. My mood went from being ecstatic to becoming frightened.
No Child Behind Act: The history and continued debate of its effectiveness As I filled in scantron form with my number two pencil, I remembered that writing my name was just as important as entering my school code. Thinking back to elementary school I can remember the week long exams. The week in which I longed to be sick just so I wouldn’t have to be spilt from my class and spaced out to test rigorously on my comprehension of various subjects. This describes my first encounter with the ineffectiveness of standardized testing. Teachers were extremely stressed during this period as well but at the time I didn’t understand why.
My sister acts as though she has a license and she looks around the car and says “I’m sorry I left it a home we were just going to the store to get my mother something because she is sick.” The officer says ok I will follow you home then. Once the officer gets back in his car we all start laughing while at the same time wondering if the police will ask to see our so called sick mother. We slowly take off heading back home thinking of things to tell my dad once he returns home. Pulling up at the house we all had a sigh of relief. We exit the car and expeditiously enter the house while waving at the police hoping he pulls off.