Winter break had come to a brutal end and the fate of my soon to be responsibility had set in and I began to wonder. Am I ready for this?
It was second semester of my freshmen year, I was still “fresh meat” and hoped this title wouldn’t carry on to my career as a legal driver. I walked up the metal stairs and turned in to my first day of driver’s education. At the time, no faces looked familiar except for one, Emily. Her having the last name A and me having the last name V, were sat on opposite sides of the classroom. Everyone else fell between us and made a cushion for our conversations to stop. The syllabus was passed about and I began to worry. After completing the class I realized that the syllabus was only meant to scare people away but in reality it was not hard. Only a few weeks fell between that first day and the day I began driving with the instructor. My mom and I had been practicing once a week in the mall parking lot and I was ready to begin the path to get my license. After all my instructor driving time was over and I had passed my drivers test all I had between me and freedom was time. Nine month had to past before I could go to the DMV and apply to get my license. I used to stay up late at night fantasying about the freedom I would have and longed for it every day during those nine month. They seemed to crawl by slower and slower each day.
When freshmen year had ended and summer began, I started working my first job at Carbondale Elementary School District 95. Forty hours a week was rough and many times I thought about quitting. My parents drove me everyday, five days a week, these were the times I wanted my license the most. The times when my parents complained about taking me, the times when I couldn’t do things after work because I depended on a ride. I was very thankful when that summer was over and I was only two moths away from my goal.
Sophomore year had begun, same boring classes filled with the majority of boring people. I had only two months before getting my license and worried everyday about it. What kind of car am I getting? What if they tell me no? What if I wreck? What if I cant afford gas? What if my parents take away my car? How much is my insurance? These questions raced through my head with no true answers in sight only speculation.
My dad being a car salesmen held my hoped high for what car I would be getting, but all I truly wanted was his car, a silver 328i BMW with matte black wheels. This had been my dream car ever since he bought it a few years ago. Throughout the waiting process I had been practicing my driving with both of my parents and felt I was very prepared. My parents on the other hand didn’t think I was ready for this big step but they knew it was for the best.
The day had finally rolled around, I had my folder full of the information I needed. My mom drove me up to the DMV which would be the last place she would have to take me. I took my number and sat down to wait my turn. After a long few minutes of me shaking my knee in excitement it was my turn. I handed over my folder and filled out the proper paperwork. The DMV worker walked to the printer towards the back and brought back a piece of paper, and said to me “I'm sorry to tell you this Hun, but your going to have to drive again.” My heart sunk, the words I were afraid of hearing. I looked at my mom looking for some look of approval but she gave me none. I had already passed the test and was told I shouldn’t have to take the test again. I took a seat to wait for the driver to call me to retake my test.
They called my name and I grabbed my moms car keys and walked out the door. During my nine month driving period, I was worried I had forgotten how to do curtain things, like uphill parking or a turn-a-bout. I took my test and only missed three point because I didn’t use my blinker while turning. I walked back into the DMV walked to the camera and got my license.
Now since I have had my license for a few months I am more confident about my driving ability. My dream did come true and my dad gave me his car and I drive it usually six days a week letting him drive the other one. Getting my license has given my a sense of independence since I don’t have to depend on people to take me places. As a whole this was by far the most important and interesting thing that happen in my 2016. Years later I wont even remember how the story of getting my license and how it unfolded. I feel very blessed with everyone and everything in life and know that my winter counted.
Winter break had come to a brutal end and the fate of my soon to be responsibility had set in and I began to wonder. Am I ready for this?
It was second semester of my freshmen year, I was still “fresh meat” and hoped this title wouldn’t carry on to my career as a legal driver. I walked up the metal stairs and turned in to my first day of driver’s education. At the time, no faces looked familiar except for one, Emily. Her having the last name A and me having the last name V, were sat on opposite sides of the classroom. Everyone else fell between us and made a cushion for our conversations to stop. The syllabus was passed about and I began to worry. After completing the class I realized that the syllabus was only meant to scare people away but in reality it was not hard. Only a few weeks fell between that first day and the day I began driving with the instructor. My mom and I had been practicing once a week in the mall parking lot and I was ready to begin the path to get my license. After all my instructor driving time was over and I had passed my drivers test all I had between me and freedom was time. Nine month had to past before I could go to the DMV and apply to get my license. I used to stay up late at night fantasying about the freedom I would have and longed for it every day during those nine month. They seemed to crawl by slower and slower each day.
When freshmen year had ended and summer began, I started working my first job at Carbondale Elementary School District 95. Forty hours a week was rough and many times I thought about quitting. My parents drove me everyday, five days a week, these were the times I wanted my license the most. The times when my parents complained about taking me, the times when I couldn’t do things after work because I depended on a ride. I was very thankful when that summer was over and I was only two moths away from my goal.
Sophomore year had begun, same boring classes filled with the majority of boring people. I had only two months before getting my license and worried everyday about it. What kind of car am I getting? What if they tell me no? What if I wreck? What if I cant afford gas? What if my parents take away my car? How much is my insurance? These questions raced through my head with no true answers in sight only speculation.
My dad being a car salesmen held my hoped high for what car I would be getting, but all I truly wanted was his car, a silver 328i BMW with matte black wheels. This had been my dream car ever since he bought it a few years ago. Throughout the waiting process I had been practicing my driving with both of my parents and felt I was very prepared. My parents on the other hand didn’t think I was ready for this big step but they knew it was for the best.
The day had finally rolled around, I had my folder full of the information I needed. My mom drove me up to the DMV which would be the last place she would have to take me. I took my number and sat down to wait my turn. After a long few minutes of me shaking my knee in excitement it was my turn. I handed over my folder and filled out the proper paperwork. The DMV worker walked to the printer towards the back and brought back a piece of paper, and said to me “I'm sorry to tell you this Hun, but your going to have to drive again.” My heart sunk, the words I were afraid of hearing. I looked at my mom looking for some look of approval but she gave me none. I had already passed the test and was told I shouldn’t have to take the test again. I took a seat to wait for the driver to call me to retake my test.
They called my name and I grabbed my moms car keys and walked out the door. During my nine month driving period, I was worried I had forgotten how to do curtain things, like uphill parking or a turn-a-bout. I took my test and only missed three point because I didn’t use my blinker while turning. I walked back into the DMV walked to the camera and got my license.
Now since I have had my license for a few months I am more confident about my driving ability. My dream did come true and my dad gave me his car and I drive it usually six days a week letting him drive the other one. Getting my license has given my a sense of independence since I don’t have to depend on people to take me places. As a whole this was by far the most important and interesting thing that happen in my 2016. Years later I wont even remember how the story of getting my license and how it unfolded. I feel very blessed with everyone and everything in life and know that my winter counted.
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