One of the most important incidents in my life was exchanging my Guam driver license for a California driver license. I was given thirty days to prepare for a written examination and a road test, and two weeks had already passed. My friends told me that the written test was difficult, but I was more anxious about driving on the highway. Although I did pay attention as a passenger on the highway, understanding when and where to make an exit was scary and intimidating. I was a novice driver, having only driven one full year on the two-way roads of Guam so I knew I had to mentally prepare myself.
I was about 6 years old when I first broke a bone. It was around 3 o 'clock I was riding the four wheeler with my mother and 2 brothers and younger sister . My mom made us take turns on the four wheeler when it was my turn My brother took me to help him make trails. In all that day we made a total of 10 trails and shortcuts to get to our house. When we got back home my step dad 's friend was over at the house and they was racing the four wheelers we had two racing four wheelers and a Honda 280 after they got done My mom let me drive the four wheeler by myself.
As I drove home, on the same highway I had driven or ridden almost every day my entire life, something about this drive felt different. Maybe it was because that ride connected myself with my work, my friends, my whole life, and I was about to take this drive for the last time. I had just left my best friend, Madison’s house. We spent the entire day hanging out, eating, and losing my pedicure virginity, but avoiding the inevitability that, unlike the previous times we had spent together, we would have to say goodbye. As I was driving, tears streamed down face in a complex mix of sadness and joy.
Being a NCAA Division II athlete during my time at American International College was blessing in disguise for me. Many people do not look at Division II college athletes in the same light as Division I athletes. Interestingly enough, unlike Division III college athletes, DII are held to the same standards and rules as Division I. We have to maintain a certain GPA, we cannot work more than 10 hours a week, we are drug tested on a monthly basis, and we endure two-a-days on a daily basis. Going into college, athletics were always first priority to me; but after being a regular starter on my soccer team entering my junior year, my priorities were completely reversed.
I remember the day, like it was yesterday. It was the day before my driver’s test. I was thrilled but yet so nervous, that in a couple of hours I would be driving on my own. Little did I know what I was heading for. I practice frequently with my mom’s car, especially on my parallel parking.
I called one best friend of mine to teach me how to drive. He came to my place, took my car keys and drove us to a isolated place where i could learn driving, After 2-3 hour when we guys were very tired,so we thought of returning home. My friend came on the driving seat and started driving back us to home. On way back to home suddenly my car started jerking. We both started getting nervous.
I remember waking up early one morning the day after thanksgiving with one of the biggest smiles on my face that I had ever had, It was my first deer hunt and I couldn't wait to get on the road. For years I went hunting with my dad but this year was different because I actually got to shoot a deer and my grandpa was coming with us. On the drive up to where we hunt my dad and I didn't do much talking because I fell asleep almost right away in the car, I don't know why but for some reason I always fall asleep when I get in the car. But for the portion of the drive that I was awake my dad and I talked about his first time hunting and what it was like for him. He explained to me that he fell in love with it and he wishes he could go each and
I don 't see them very often, but when I do, I have a great time with them. Many of them are my age, some of them are older and some of them are younger. We don 't visit often, because its a ways away, but when we do, we have a great time. The best trip I have had to California was last year. We drove out, taking so many gadgets and cloths that my feet couldn 't touch the ground of the back seat in my mothers car.
There is one thing all high schoolers await eagerly: driving. Walking key in hand, we forget the precautions our instructors taught us, as we prepare to drive alone. Despite diligently completing the sixty hours practice time and driver 's education course students are still unsafe drivers. The end of the summer of 2016 taught me this when a car crash took the life of my coworker. With the school year coming to an end, I had just started lifeguarding.
I started to convince my parents that we could take a trip to Saint Louis. “We’ll go for one day, and one day only” my parents told me after thinking long and hard about it. When Saturday came around, the excitement I had could barely be contained. The whole family, which was just my parents, sister, and I, all got into the car early that morning just thinking it was going to be a day full of fun. An hour into the