With only three months of having my drivers license I was eager to start making plans with my friends outside of my city. A few plans were made, but one particular plan had me excited enough to follow through. My friend, Olivia had introduced the idea of her visiting me. She planned on taking a train to Long Beach, and from there I’d be able to pick her up at the train station. After the plans were made I went to clarify it with my mother. My mother was extremely wary about the idea. The anticipation of a drivers license turns into a terrible trip for a friend. The significance of the trip was a well taught lesson that reminds me that “Mom is always right.” The drive to Long Beach was certainly a long drive for a beginner driver. The traffic
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We had already exchanged insurance information, and he contacted his parents to clarify what was going to happen. His parents had suggested we contact the police to further investigate who was at fault. The anxiety and guilt kicked in once the cops were called. Just hearing the word “cop” put a sour taste in my mouth. No illegal activity was pursued but the authority cops had over normal day to day citizens was intimidating. My hands clenched up in nervousness, and we both waited there in complete shame as cars passed by. Passengers even looked through the windows to see what all the commotion was about. The accident, itself wasn’t even a big accident. It was as minor as a scrap on my knee from falling. At that time it could’ve been the simple curiosity people have. Fifteen minutes had passed until a siren was heard, and I remember telling myself: “Why do they have to put that stupid siren on? As if, we aren’t receiving enough attention.” The police car parked vertically from us, and a female stepped out from the vehicle. She was patient with the both of us, and carefully heard every word that came out of my mouth. If anything, I felt a bit calmer because of how slow her tone was. My heart wasn’t racing as fast as it was but my thoughts were still pouring out. “Do you mind if I head to the restroom” I asked, looking up at the officer, as she nodded her head in response. I quickly …show more content…
Luckily, she understood the situation, and she scheduled for another train to come closer to where I live. The drive back gave me a lot to think about even if that meant thinking about the given punishment once I arrived home. I envisioned different scenarios of what would happened if I listened to my mother, but that only made me regret my decision even more. I felt bad that I didn’t cooperate with her. Yet, it was too late, and there was only so much I could do to resolve the issue. As much as I hate admitting someone was right, my mom was right. This was a well taught lesson that I needed to be held accountable
We had already exchanged insurance information, and he contacted his parents to clarify what was going to happen. His parents had suggested we contact the police to further investigate who was at fault. The anxiety and guilt kicked in once the cops were called. Just hearing the word “cop” put a sour taste in my mouth. No illegal activity was pursued but the authority cops had over normal day to day citizens was intimidating. My hands clenched up in nervousness, and we both waited there in complete shame as cars passed by. Passengers even looked through the windows to see what all the commotion was about. The accident, itself wasn’t even a big accident. It was as minor as a scrap on my knee from falling. At that time it could’ve been the simple curiosity people have. Fifteen minutes had passed until a siren was heard, and I remember telling myself: “Why do they have to put that stupid siren on? As if, we aren’t receiving enough attention.” The police car parked vertically from us, and a female stepped out from the vehicle. She was patient with the both of us, and carefully heard every word that came out of my mouth. If anything, I felt a bit calmer because of how slow her tone was. My heart wasn’t racing as fast as it was but my thoughts were still pouring out. “Do you mind if I head to the restroom” I asked, looking up at the officer, as she nodded her head in response. I quickly …show more content…
Luckily, she understood the situation, and she scheduled for another train to come closer to where I live. The drive back gave me a lot to think about even if that meant thinking about the given punishment once I arrived home. I envisioned different scenarios of what would happened if I listened to my mother, but that only made me regret my decision even more. I felt bad that I didn’t cooperate with her. Yet, it was too late, and there was only so much I could do to resolve the issue. As much as I hate admitting someone was right, my mom was right. This was a well taught lesson that I needed to be held accountable