“Road Trauma”
My first driving class was the most traumatizing experience in my sixteen years of life. I never wanted to set foot in the driver's seat ever again since that frightful afternoon. However, it was not that dreadful until I made my way through the dusty creaky door of Austin's Driving School. In fact, before I even walked into that school I was as cheerful as I could ever be, already daydreaming about the wind whistling through my hair as I raced down the streets of Arlington, Texas.
Terror struck me instantly as I dragged myself into what was supposed to be my new driving school. The school was approximately the size of my kitchen with only a single room, including the office and the classroom. Spotty black shoe prints ran along …show more content…
He forcefully rotated the steering wheel back into its proper position before we slammed into the sidewalk. By operating the emergency brake from his end, he was able to stop the car.
Everything fell silent.
I was speechless, trying to comprehend the fresh incident. My instructor didn’t say anything either, but I could tell he was gathering his next words. A whole minute of utter silence elapsed. I wish it hadn’t, because right after that one minute my instructor burst out yelling. He criticized my driving by listing the endless amount of dangers that could have aroused from my mistake.
I was completely embarrassed and felt like a fool. This didn’t happen just once during my given hour of driving time; but it occurred multiple times and made me feel as though I was not ready to start driving. I just wanted this atrocious day to come to an end.
I wanted out of the program, even if it meant wasting $400 of my own savings on nothing but criticism. I just wanted to be back in the comfort of my home. My dreams of becoming a driver at 16 and buying my own Range Rover at the age of 17 were crushed. I could no longer adhere to those childish dreams, all due to this one traumatizing
My first driving class was the most traumatizing experience in my sixteen years of life. I never wanted to set foot in the driver's seat ever again since that frightful afternoon. However, it was not that dreadful until I made my way through the dusty creaky door of Austin's Driving School. In fact, before I even walked into that school I was as cheerful as I could ever be, already daydreaming about the wind whistling through my hair as I raced down the streets of Arlington, Texas.
Terror struck me instantly as I dragged myself into what was supposed to be my new driving school. The school was approximately the size of my kitchen with only a single room, including the office and the classroom. Spotty black shoe prints ran along …show more content…
He forcefully rotated the steering wheel back into its proper position before we slammed into the sidewalk. By operating the emergency brake from his end, he was able to stop the car.
Everything fell silent.
I was speechless, trying to comprehend the fresh incident. My instructor didn’t say anything either, but I could tell he was gathering his next words. A whole minute of utter silence elapsed. I wish it hadn’t, because right after that one minute my instructor burst out yelling. He criticized my driving by listing the endless amount of dangers that could have aroused from my mistake.
I was completely embarrassed and felt like a fool. This didn’t happen just once during my given hour of driving time; but it occurred multiple times and made me feel as though I was not ready to start driving. I just wanted this atrocious day to come to an end.
I wanted out of the program, even if it meant wasting $400 of my own savings on nothing but criticism. I just wanted to be back in the comfort of my home. My dreams of becoming a driver at 16 and buying my own Range Rover at the age of 17 were crushed. I could no longer adhere to those childish dreams, all due to this one traumatizing