DMV Struggle

As I was on the way to the DMV with my mother, I could picture myself in my mind that I was driving alone in the car of my dreams. I was filled with excitement as we got closer and closer to the DMV. As we neared the entrance, I was overwhelmed with joy; I was about 15 minutes away from being a licensed driver. This felt as if it was the day I have been waiting for all of my life, and it was finally here right in front of me. When the time came, and the announcer called my number, I walked quickly up to the desk to receive my license but had to sign a few papers before it was official and they gave me it. I gave them my signature, and the lady gave me my license. It was on of the happiest days of my life.

Getting your license is not a simple process. It takes a long time before you realize how important driving by yourself really is and what you have to do to get to that point of your life. Trying to achieve your license is a long and hard working process that takes about a year to accomplish. You must take a crash course in Drivers Education that will teach you the rules of the road and more. You also must drive in the car with 3 other inexperienced drivers and the teacher who will instruct and teach you on how to make the right decisions in real life situations. In my Driver Ed car, I had the record for the most parallel parks in a row, I think it was around 10 or something like that because we had ran out of time. When it came down to the real road test that you need to pass, I aced it and was positive I would because I drove a lot with my mom, and she also taught me ways to be a defensive and aggressive driver on the road. One of the most important rules that my mother taught me about driving that I will never forget was that “always think that the other person is going to do the wrong thing, you need to know what to do and how to think quickly and correctly.” My mom was the best about teaching me how to drive, she let me drive almost anywhere, I drove her where she needed to go so I could get the practice in. This helped me understand how to control myself and the vehicle at all times while in tough situations.

My driving experiences had a lot of positives and only a few negatives, nothing very serious though. When I got my license, I wanted to drive all the time, my mom told me to take it easy and just drive when you have to, not all the time for no reason. I did my best in trying to take it easy and only drive the times I needed to. The first time I felt a little lost and scared about where I was going was when I drove to work by myself because I worked for my dad in Jamaica Queens, and some other times I worked in his other office in Elmont. My mom gave me directions on where to go and how to get there so I had some feeling of confidence when I got out of town for the first time in my driving career. I had a little trouble finding some of the streets, but I got the hand of it after a few times and felt very confident driving on my own to where ever I pleased. Mostly, when I went out driving, I would pick up my girlfriend, and drive around and get food or whatever, but most of the time, I went out on the weekends with my friends, and just drove to wherever we wanted to go with my boys in the back and the music blastin. I felt like I had nothing to worry about. Life couldn't be any better with the way I felt about driving, it was as if I was on top of the world and could do anything i wanted. As i drove more and more, i began to hate it. I saw all my friends having fun on the weekends, and their I was, the designated driver all the time. I drove everywhere all the time. I drove my friends, girls, mom, dad, sister brother, anyone who needed a ride i was there to drive them. As time past i began to grow sick of driving and got frustrated anytime someone asked me to drive somewhere. I wanted my driving days to end with all things aside.

As my driving experience went on, I ignored my dislike for driving. I felt like thats what I wanted to do and just did it. I had no intentions of stopping when i started but when it came down to the end, I really did not want to drive anymore, I grew sick of it after a while. I learned a important lesson that you could say is a famous saying, "don't judge a book by its cover." I learned that judging driving by its cover turned me in the wrong direction and thought it was the greatest thing out their, but when I drove all the time, I hated it and never wanted to drive again.