Texting While Driving - Essay 8

Texting While Driving - Essay 8

In today’s society we’ve all become attached to our cell phones. They make our lives easier in many ways because of the useful features and functions that assist us with communication with our complex society. One of the main features that has changed the way we communicate almost completely is sending text messages or “texting”. Texting allows us to type messages and exchange them between mobile phones. Moreover, it is also a perfect method to connect with someone without the fear of interrupting their business. However, texting today has evolved into an everyday routine, which eventually turns into an addiction. People who are addicted to texting would feel the need to text everywhere and whenever including while driving.
To be safe drivers, we always need to pay attention to the street and keep our hands on the wheel to control the movement of the car. By doing other activities such as talking to other passengers, looking at certain accidents on the freeway, or even eating while driving may slightly remove our attention span from the street. However, the activity that can take away all of our attentions while driving is texting. It is one of the major causes of accidents in our society today. I have seen people texting while driving at the stoplight, and on the freeway. It is a very dangerous habit and very distracting at the same time. As a teen driver, I know the temptation of texting is quite high, but just a quick glance at my phone can distract me enough to cause a large
scene of accident. Texting and driving has become an epidemic for people of all ages, but mostly teens in the country, and sadly I am a part of it.
My accident that caused by texting happened during my senior year of high school, I decided to get a haircut before my friend’s birthday party that I was about to attend. While getting my haircut, my friends keep texting me about the party and how great it was going to be. I could not resist but to reply to their messages. Constantly, I...

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