The most important part of a teenager’s life is getting their driver’s license. I, like most kids, could not wait to pass the driving test. I study and practiced for weeks. I went over everything over and over again until I thought I had it down. All my friends had theirs, so I knew I could easily get mine. The day came to drive to Clinton and the worst thing happened.
A few weeks prior to my test, I was parallel parking like a pro, and I thought I knew everything that I needed to. So the day I arrived at Clinton to take the test I was very confident, but the longer I waited in line, the more nervous I became. As they called my number I slowly got out of my seat and walked towards the door. Everyone there was wishing me luck, but I still felt uneasy. Thinking about the “what if’s”. Mom gave me a hug, and I walked to my car with the examiner. As he checked my lights and surroundings of my car, I pull my seatbelt over my body and tried to mentally prepare myself for what might happen.
As he got into the car, I asked him to put his seatbelt on. He did. He told me to pull out of the parking lot and go straight. After a few left and right turns, he told me to uphill park. My brain went crazy, how could I forget to study that! I didn’t know what to do, so I guessed. It was wrong. I could tell by the look on his face. He told me to drive back to the parking lot. That’s when I knew I failed.
Back at the station, where my mom was standing out front, I felt sick. The examiner walked me over to my mom. That’s when he told her I had failed. I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I felt so small. I asked the examiner when I could take it again, and he said the next day. At that point I was determined to get it right the next day. I went home and watched YouTube videos on how to uphill and downhill park. I practiced that night and got it down.
The next day, we set out for Clinton, again. This time I was more than ready and knew what to expect....