Personal Narrative: Driving While In High School

It was finally my time to shine and then I would be heading off into a new chapter of my life. It was honestly the most exciting, but scariest feelings when I would think about it. In less than a year I would be walking across the stage on the football field and saying my goodbyes to my fellow seniors. The school year was really relaxed though, I did take the more advanced classes, but since I had taken them previously, I was used to all the pressure and the amount of work that was thrown at me. Yeah, some classes were more difficult than others, but I knew how to cope with the crying every once in awhile and slight depression from the amount of stress.

I sat down and immediately felt my thighs stick to the leather seats on the steamy July day this drive took place. All of these regrets ran through my head, why didn’t I ask my parents to drive before, why didn’t I bring sunglasses, I think I’m in the wrong place, my instructor isn’t here yet. Soon enough, I spot a bald, middle-aged man walking towards the car with a confident stride. You really do have to be confident to be a driver’s ed instructor. I instantly felt at ease when he began to have a casual conversation with me about life

My ardor for driving did not begin when I was 16. It started right from my childhood. Of course, as a child, nobody allowed me to move a car because I was too little but I showed my propensity for driving in different ways. My mom would promise to take me to wonderland to play with their toy cars if I made good grades because she noticed my passion for driving. I worked very hard to get good grades and I never missed going to wonderland because I always made good grades.

Most of the time your first day on a new job is a rush and a hurry of trying to get things done on time. But today was different for me, I got to go on the highway nearly in the middle of nowhere and sit and wait for a car to come along speeding. It is a job that all police officers wish for and to get this particular job on your first day in the police car is really something special. I had been on the highway for about 2 hours whilst spending the time on my phone watching the funniest moments of the X-factor auditions. I looked up from my phone in time to see a car coming past, at a moderate speed but with his indicator on.

A personal example I experienced was when I turned 16, I was excited to drive to school, I wouldn’t have to ride the bus for an hour every morning anymore, but when I found out that I might have to ride the bus awhile because we couldn’t find a car for me. I was devastated because I would have to ride the bus to school when people in other countries have to walk miles on miles just to get an

Somehow the car got into a really bad car accident. Apparently some driver was texting or calling and swerved. It hit my mom’s car and left a pretty bad dent and made some of the wheels flat. Also that car was strong and my mom’s car was weaker. The car landed on its side.

I didn’t wanna go against Mama but….maybe this would finally end all this hate and negativity. I looked at Billy and took a small breath, as I nodded. He smiled at me and grabbed me into a sideways, brother hug, “I promise it’ll be worth it.” We got to school in fifteen minutes after we talked, goin’ straight to our classes with nervous heartbeats and sweaty palms. I wanted to do this but at the same time I was nervous ‘bout this whole thing.

I pack up my dad’s car and a trailer and also my boyfriend’s car, then we leave my house and we are on our way to my home for the next four years, as everyone calls it, I disagree and tell them that this is just my temporary home. Once we pull into the parking deck all of these people start to swarm my car with shopping carts, and I was really overwhelmed, but I was also really thankful that they did all of the work for us and we barely had to lift a

My alarm went off at six on an early June morning. My body is physically not used to waking up this early, but the desire to go back to sleep was quickly outweighed by the mixture of excitement and fear of leaving. I was going to a third-world country on the opposite side of the world. After months of preparation through fundraising, learning about the culture and environment, getting shots, and praying for this trip, the day was finally here. I placed the remaining items in my suitcase that I would be living out of for the next three weeks and stepped into the car to head to the airport with my parents.

He became my best friend, took me to school, came to my sports and we would talk for along time at night he became someone I could talk to and ask for advice from. Suddenly that all had to change, I came home from school excited to hang out with him but when I arrived his car wasn’t there. We didn’t hear from him until a couple days later and it turned out he had been fired from his job and drove back to nebraska. It was hard on me because it was so unexpected and I had grown very close to him I wasn’t ready for him to go.

The Vow by Kim and Krickitt Carpenter is full of action. Throughout the book the author used enough imagery to convey and perceive the events perfectly, just as if the accident took place right in front of the reader’s eyes. Kim and Krickitt’s marriage was recent when one night they decided to head over to their in-laws house for the holidays when suddenly the white Ford Escort was involved in a collision with two trucks. Traveling at the speed limit, Krickitt came up behind a truck, which was hidden in a cloud of black smoke produced by a defective fuel filter. As the right fornt fender of the white Ford Escort clipped rear corner it began to spin and tumbled until it came to a complete stop.

However, it didn’t live up to my expectations like I thought it would. When I came home for the first time, last year during fall break as a freshman, I never realized how beautiful Iowa was. I remember stating to my mom how everything looked so breathtaking, and she laughed at me because she thought I was kidding. I don’t regret coming to school in Omaha, I’m glad I chose to adventure off because I would never view home the way I do now if I haven’t left home. God’s creation is so magnificent and powerful that it is hard not to appreciate every inch of this world.

Seventeen Acres There had always been one week every year that was very special to me. It would start out as a joyful car ride and transform into a long, eventful road trip. The final destination that we would arrive at sixteen dreadful hours later was a warm, petite home located on seventeen acres of property in a little town known as Smithers. As my parents, younger brother, and I pulled up in the driveway, my Papa would be ready to greet each of us with a warm hug. We didn 't see each other often, therefore we made the most of the time that we had.

In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.”

RIIINNNGG!! The buzzing alarm sounded at 6:30, and I frantically jumped out of bed eager to begin my first missions trip. I scurried down the stairs with my bags and jumped into the car en route to Eureka High School to meet the team I would be experiencing my journey with for the next week. When I arrived at the school, a few friends of mine were waiting, but most of the people I had never seen in my life. My heart started to pound against my chest as I suddenly became nervous, second guessing myself on deciding to come on the trip in the first place.