Personal Narrative: Hayk's Car Driver
Since the age of sixteen, I always wanted to get my drivers license. I though it was the coolest achievement ever in life. I also thought how awesome it would be driving to school instead of taking the school bus or being able to go on that date. Furthermore, not depend on my parents driving me somewhere. After years of asking for rides and not being able to do what I want, I finally got motivated to get my license. On the day of my behind the wheel driving test I had mixed emotions. I was a little bit nervous, what if I do not pass and was getting a little bit excited, thinking of all the opportunities I had if I did pass. I was nervously waiting in the car at the road test parking area for a DMV proctor to come. While my driving instructor, Hayk was chatting with other instructors in the shade. After what seemed to be the longest wait in my whole entire life was just fifteen minutes. After fifteen minutes past, an orange cone was placed on the hood of my car signaling I was next. A chubby American in his forties or fifties came up to Hayk’s car and asked a series of questions. Good afternoon Alan! My name is Bobby. May I have your permit and proof of insurance please? Good afternoon, Bobby! Here is my permit and proof of insurance for Hayk’s car. After Bobby checked my permit and insurance. Bobby tested me on the controls of the car.
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Some of the things I remembered from Hayk was to remain relax at all times and make sure to have both hands are on the steering wheel at all times. My dad always reminded me to use my mirrors and double check cross traffic at all intersections. During the driving test, many questions were going through my mind. Was I at the speed limit? Did I check my mirrors? Did I make a full stop at a stop sign? Did I brake to hard? What is front car doing? After about ten minutes, Bobby told me to drive in and park. The test was quicker than I
Some of the things I remembered from Hayk was to remain relax at all times and make sure to have both hands are on the steering wheel at all times. My dad always reminded me to use my mirrors and double check cross traffic at all intersections. During the driving test, many questions were going through my mind. Was I at the speed limit? Did I check my mirrors? Did I make a full stop at a stop sign? Did I brake to hard? What is front car doing? After about ten minutes, Bobby told me to drive in and park. The test was quicker than I