In the summer of 2015 I started doing the one thing that scared me more than anything: driving. I remember having nightmares as a young child of me being behind the wheel and having no idea what to do. However, over the past two summers I have overcome my fear of driving thanks to my driving instructor and Mother. Just like Telemachus, I have grown and become a more independent person thanks to my journey of learning to drive. I distinctly remember the day I first went driving. It was a cold and wet day and I was supposed to have my first driving lesson. My mother had told me that for the first lesson we would sit in the car the whole time, my teacher would tell me how the car worked, and we would maybe practice pulling in and out of the driveway. Once my teacher, Mr. Leeds, arrived I quickly realized that my morning was going to be much more difficult than I had expected. As I approached the car I grew increasingly more scared and nervous, not just because I would be driving, but because I noticed another teenager around my age in the back seat. Mr. Leeds explained that the way his program worked was that each kid he …show more content…
In Telemachus’ coming of age journey, he is sent on a long quest with the god Athena to find his father. While my story isn’t nearly as epic as Telemachus, it has its similarities; my teacher, Mr. Leeds is much like Athena in the sense that he would only help when I desperately needed it, and he would give me plenty of advice along the way. Also, Telemachus’ journey required that he travel to lands that he had never before seen, like Sparta and Pylos. My journey required that I drive on roads that I had never before seen, and travel to towns that I had never heard of or been to. Also, just as Telemachus overcame his fear of public speaking during his journey, I overcame my fear of driving after I finished my
Completing the State Highway Patrol internship was an amazing experience. My very first Day being an intern, my Mentor Trooper Bachelor Took me to the Training academy there I met many different people I was able to talk to a state recruiter.Also I was able to see the cadets and see a little bit of their training.
As I hanged on tightly to the handle, I felt butterflies in my stomach and goosebumps on my body. Cars were speeding like bullets and turning lanes without a blinker, the roads were bumpy and uncomfortable to drive on. Lanes didn’t have designated lines for cars to determine which lane they were in. Traffic jam lasted about two hours or more and cars that were driving slowly were tailgated or passed. This was an alarming experience because driving in America is boring, unified, and strictly enforced. I will never be able to drive in Kenya because it’s way too complex for me to ever understand.
I wasn?t nervous to drive because my dad let me drive sometimes to my grandpa?s house If I took the back roads, so I had a little experience. When I took behind the wheel it was a little different than driving on the back roads, but I did ok. When I finished behind the wheel I signed up for a driving test. This was the part I had been waiting for, I wanted to pass so I could drive alone. The day of the test was very stressful, I had to use my grandma?s car because mine had tinted windows. I had never driven my grandma?s car, and I could not do corner backing with it.
Better training for new drivers will improve young adults drastically. Writer Mr. Jamie Kitman, states “The first problem in the utter inadequacy of our training.” Stating that we need better help. “The second decider for me is the discovery by sciences that have poor decision-making the Hallmark of many teenagers existence has its roots in biology.” Indeed the right to drive should be doled out gradually two teams as it has been in New York since
Someday, a day like the others, I was at my house with my family. Then, we went to the grocery store with my little sister Karen and my dad. We took cereals and amazing seafood like shrimps and lobsters for the supper. We went to the cashier to pay. On the road to go back home, we put some music and we sang. Then, I asked my dad to drive because I want to be a good driver one day and I think that with practice I will be. So, I sat on the driver chair and started the engine. The first minute, it was good: I was on a straight road. The curves were more and more difficult to deal with.
Exactly one month later, all of the fears that happened in the past were returning. Was I going to fail? Was I going to get the same, strict instructor? As I slide out of the car and slowly shut the door, I could only hope that the same person wouldn't be there when I attempted to take my driving test last time. With that thought running through my head, my brain was in overdrive. All the wheels were turning as fast as they possibly could.
Do you enjoy riding your bike? The feel of the wind blowing on your face, the shifting of the gears, the exhilarating feeling. Don’t you love that? Back in 1st grade, I learned how to ride my bike, and I’m so glad I did. At first, I was really nervous; mostly, because I didn’t want to crash. In fact, the first time I tried writing without training wheels, I crashed right into the
A skill that I am now aware that I learned through the Natural Human Learning Process is the skill of driving. I was motivated to start drive because, I didn’t want to ask my parents to take me anywhere, and I was also tired of being late to events. I began practicing by...
The day of the first drive time finally came. Everybody was excited to be able to get behind the wheel. Even I was excited. I remember that we drove through neighborhoods. We worked our way up from neighborhoods to freeways and each session was four hours long which was divided into two hours of driving and two hours for observation. At first everything seemed easy, but when I started to get to the freeway driving part that is when everything changed. Although I felt nervous, I was not sure how everyone else in class was feeling. The instructor told us that when we start freeway driving that we would be driving on 59 the Southwest Freeway.
I have learned how to drive safely as I used to drive my car recklessly. I was very excited when I got my driving licenses at the age of 18 and when my father surprised me with my new car. I was careless and irresponsible when driving my car. I drive fast, text while driving and talking on the phone. I eat, drink while driving, take selfies and pictures too. I never had my seat belts on because I always thought that it wasn’t necessary for me to wear it. Seatbelts were not very important to me. Until that unforgettable day, I changed my way of driving from recklessly to safely. On that day, I was eating my ice cream while driving and holding my phone to take a picture. I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt on. I was holding the steering wheel with my knees to keep it stable and straight for it not to move to the left or right. Suddenly my ice cream fell and I wanted to clean the area so that it doesn’t be sticky. I bent down to clean the spot and I wasn’t concentrating on the street as my head was down. By accident, I hit a car so hard. It was a huge accident and I got injured. I have never forgotten this moment and how I was very scared and hurt. My car was damaged and couldn’t be repaired. I have realized then that what I was doing while driving is wrong after my car accident that reawakens me. I should obey and respect the rules and signs on the street because these are put to keep us safe. I have learned that I should drive safely and
Not only will you impress your parents with your dedication towards learning how to be a safe driver, you can also save on your
It’s a Saturday morning. My mind races as we approach to the parking lot of the driving school, anticipating the experience of driving for the very first time. It’s hard not being able to express the anxiousness felt during the first footstep into the facility. Thy were all strangers to me, and heres where the first journey begins.
I remember it like it was yesterday, my first time driving by myself. It was on October 10th,2016. The weather is clear and bright, but not hot enough to make you sweat. After a year driving under my father’s supervision, he finally believed that I’m qualified to drive by myself. I wouldn’t have minded if he let me drive by myself a few months earlier, but I trust his judgment as a better driver, I’m sure he has his reasons. Although, I suppose the car that I’ll be driving with for the first time must have made him quite nervous.
Driving is a necessity in life because a vehicle transports someone from one place to another and is faster than walking. I’ve always enjoyed car rides especially road trips, but being a passenger for 14 years I lost interest in cars. Therefore, I decided to become the driver. I taught myself since my mother never agreed upon teaching me, for she was afraid to drive with me. I never really had someone to teach me but myself, so I
My first driving lesson consisted of misunderstandings and inches. Within the first few minutes of being behind the wheel, I thought I was very comfortable with the size, length, and direction my car was headed. Here’s where the misunderstanding took place; I was happy to finally be driving and experiencing an adult moment, but I was totally shut down by my mother who wouldn’t let me touch the gas pedal, reducing the speed limit to inches per hour. Although I didn’t realize it, my mother was accurate in her instruction to slowly navigate our neighborhood street that was cluttered with parked cars. As a result of my lack of experience, I could not successfully accelerate and dodge other vehicles at the same time without experiencing whiplash from the car jerking as I liked to stomp on the brake. I realized I had no idea where the corners of the car were and was not ready to drive 40mph on the busy street with moving objects. A common characteristic of teenage driving is lack of