My Driver's Test

I arrived at the Department of Motor Vehicles on my seventeenth birthday, because I believed I was ready for my license. I tried everything I could with my permit, I practiced over the one hundred and eighty hours required. I even read the whole drivers manual front to back! I thought that I was ready for the driver's test but the words that the license test instructor spoke to me showed me otherwise. I woke up on my birthday ready and excited for my driver's test; however shortly after I began driving, the instructor asked me to turn around, because I needed more practice.

When I turned fifteen, I got my permit. I went to the Department of Motor Vehicles right after school one random day because I was tired of my father driving me everywhere I went. I made the initiative because I was determined to get my license. A month before I turned fifteen, I bought the drivers manual and began to study it front and back. I made sure I practiced over one hundred and eighty hours and I even made Flashcards. So, when I turned fifteen, I went to the Department of Motor Vehicles and aced my permit test, and I was ecstatic as I could be. …show more content…
The first time I got behind the wheel, I was with my bother who was teaching me. I began turning right too early and was 3 inches from the ditch. Another time, I was turning a curb and was about a foot from hitting a beautifully painted, shiny white mailbox. That also had red clay bricks around it, that would have hurt my car majorly. My brother, who had nerves of steel decided it was then time for him to drive until we got somewhere safer, so then I could