Drunk Driving-Personal Narrative
The day I crashed my car… okay I didn't actually crash it. But I don't think that I have ever been so petrified seeing a powder blue prius about to rear-end me. Little me, little 4”11’, 112 pounds Katie Long was about to start driving. I get lost at the mall, the mall. So as you can assume, my parents are shaking in their boots. Having an older brother I’ve been through the ‘learning how to drive’ situation. You could say I’m immune to it, or so I thought.
Here I am, going into my sophomore year with open arms. Well, everything but starting drivers ed. Walking in after school was like hell, a sweaty portable with kids who I hardly knew, definitely not something I wanted to be wasting my time with. Mr. Cowin, a cute, bald, little …show more content…
It was late, I needed a solid nap, and a good snack. But suddenly it started. The assignments, the reading, the quizzes everyday, were going to be the death of me. I didn’t know such a little man could grade that many tests. I feel as when the days went on, the tests got harder and the other poor souls trying to get their license as well, got louder.
After numerous attempts of trying to get my permit (either a bad hair day, or lack of information) I finally got it. The glory of holding the paper copy of freedom. Well, freedom when I was driving with my mom. My long blonde hair flowing in the wind, not having a care in the world, or so I thought.
I go into this thinking I’m a pro. I approach into my mom’s Toyota Corolla thinking it’s a Ferrari. Naturally, I didn’t know where anything was in the car. So after what seemed like an hour of just sitting in my driveway, we prepared to take flight. I start the car, I put it in drive (because I didn’t even want to try backing out) and we go at a solid 5 mph down my neighborhood. I wasn’t too agonizing at first. Put on my blinker when I turned, stopped at the white line, and I even went the speed limit. We were just crusin’, having the time of our
Here I am, going into my sophomore year with open arms. Well, everything but starting drivers ed. Walking in after school was like hell, a sweaty portable with kids who I hardly knew, definitely not something I wanted to be wasting my time with. Mr. Cowin, a cute, bald, little …show more content…
It was late, I needed a solid nap, and a good snack. But suddenly it started. The assignments, the reading, the quizzes everyday, were going to be the death of me. I didn’t know such a little man could grade that many tests. I feel as when the days went on, the tests got harder and the other poor souls trying to get their license as well, got louder.
After numerous attempts of trying to get my permit (either a bad hair day, or lack of information) I finally got it. The glory of holding the paper copy of freedom. Well, freedom when I was driving with my mom. My long blonde hair flowing in the wind, not having a care in the world, or so I thought.
I go into this thinking I’m a pro. I approach into my mom’s Toyota Corolla thinking it’s a Ferrari. Naturally, I didn’t know where anything was in the car. So after what seemed like an hour of just sitting in my driveway, we prepared to take flight. I start the car, I put it in drive (because I didn’t even want to try backing out) and we go at a solid 5 mph down my neighborhood. I wasn’t too agonizing at first. Put on my blinker when I turned, stopped at the white line, and I even went the speed limit. We were just crusin’, having the time of our