Sunday, October 13, 2019
Dual Perspectives of Driving a Car Essay -- Personal Narrative
Dual Perspectives of Driving a Car Do you remember when you were little and you could not wait until you hit sixteen so you could go and get your driving permit? I remember waiting until that special day so I could go down to the DMV to take my test to get my drivers permit. My stomach had butterflies floating all around inside it. I remembered they called my name, and then I had to go up to the front and take a test. I went and turned in the test, and was so nervously watching to see how many red checks they would make on my test. As I had my eyes glued to checkerââ¬â¢s hand, with the red, felt tip pen interlaced in between her fingers, I anxiously awaited her telling me that I passed. After leading me on a nervous roller coaster ride, she looked up and told me that I did indeed pass the test. I suddenly got the chills throughout my body to know that I am legal to drive on the roads, of course with somebody else in the car. After a few months of driving with one of my parents in the car, it was now time for me to go and take the big test. Once again I got that nervous, sick feeling in my stomach. I had gotten to the DMV and it was my turn to go get into the car with somebody I had never met before in my life and who was going to put the check mark next to pass or fail. I was so scared and kept thinking can I just bribe her to let me pass the test without actually having to do it, but of course the answer to that question was no. So after completing a dr...
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