It was a long day of driving but I didn’t mind. I like driving so much, that I teach other people how to drive safely. I taught my mom and my sister how to drive. The only reason I taught them is because I had full auto insurance that allows other drivers to drive my car. I wanted to have insurance coverage so if they crashed my car would be covered.
Confused, she asked, “Alex you need to tell me what the hell is going on!” “I will explain later, get your stuff ready as fast as you can and I will tell you when we are in the car.” As they were getting ready, I saw a security guard go to the exit with what looked like an ID in his hand in the corner of my eye. Instead of walking out I told them that we needed to move. As we walked to a gift shop, I stopped to the sound of what seemed like three officers yelling stop. I turned around and my worst nightmare was standing right in front of me. They looked at the ID then turned to me and asked me if it was mine.
The fact that there were cars kind confused me because we were freshmen and just starting out to drive, some of us didn't even have cars. I just kinda pushed it off to the back of my mind. As we walked down the street I could hear the music, I had watched enough COPS to know what was gonna happen. I just kept telling myself that if I left everyone would think I was a wimp, so I kept going. We got inside and I could immediately smell all the vape smoke and alcohol.
All of a sudden someone brushed past me, almost knocking me over. “Hey”, I said frustrated. I couldn’t see who it was but at least I heard a sorry. I continued walking towards the entrance so I could get out of the airport. I looked around to see where my taxi was.
Finally, my writing test and interview finished with smile that I could not forget because it was my first time teaching with joy. After that I met with my teacher who is the director of the organization. He said that he would let me know if I was
When my presentation ended, he pummeled me with questions, none of which I could answer. Feeling my hackles rising, I started to respond with a sarcastic and saucy edge -- I have no idea what you are talking about… No, I do not have any questions about the company…no, I do not know ANYTHING. The interview ended before it should have. I hung up and was glad that I had listened to logic and left my car in Mexico. Two days later, I was offered the job.
But luckily none of that happened. It was my 20th birthday, which is pretty old for most people I know—most Australians anyway (and not US citizens, but we’ll get to that later). Whenever I told someone I’d never had alcohol before they’d look at me with their eyes wide like I was crazy. “Never?” they’d ask. “How is that even possible?” I guess I just never really had the chance.
But when I got to the next red light my car began to be sluggish. To the point that it wouldn’t go forward. I pressed down on the accelerator but the car wouldn’t move. I was in the middle of the street. I said to myself it sounds like the transmission has gone out.
I was going to meet my father who was already in Utah for a business trip. I was very stoked about it until I reached the airplane gate with my Mother. I was suddenly overcome with fear, my face turned beet red and my knees locked up. When my gate was called, knowing my mother, she was probably contemplating me not going because I was so scared. But she knew I would be alright and put me on the plane.
And till I got to the turn the police officer lit me up and pulled me over. I felt so bad because I got pulled over because I thought I was going to jail. Finally the cop came to my window and tell me why he pulled me over. We were talking for 40 min and he had to check all my papers to make sure I was good to go. And he was a nice cop instead of getting me on reckless driving excessive speeding and racing in the city and going over the limit 30 miles over limit.