I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the summer leading up to my freshman year. You see, in order to receive your driver’s license, you have to pass a painfully long, and boring course called Driver’s Education. There are certain requirements you have to have completed, to be enrolled in Driver’s Ed: pay a small fee, have your learner’s permit for a certain amount of time, and be at least 14 years old. Turns out if you meet those three simple requirements, they’ll let anyone in!
The class was only offered in the beginning of June if you wanted to take it through the Kindred High School. My birthday is at the very end of March, that’s two months with my learner’s permit. My parents decided it would just be easier to have me take it through the school, since I knew everyone who was in the class, and it worked out better with their work schedules.
It was a simple class. The first week, we would show up at eleven in the morning every day, held hostage in the same crowded room, until three in the afternoon, give or take a few. In that week, we learned all of the rules of the road. We learned everything from what a stop sign means, to how to parallel park perfectly… well kind of. My point is, you named any and every rule of the road, and we knew it. We were …show more content…
We drove down to Wahpeton that day, because that’s where we had all planned to take our driver’s tests. The other two took their turns, and it was about to be mine. I got behind the wheel, and away we went. It was a very rainy day, and I had never driven in anything but sunshine. I wasn’t too worried about it though, because I figured it was going to be the same as driving around Kindred. The only difference was, one ways, and turning lanes. Of course, at that time, I never thought of that. “Take a right up here.” He said bluntly. So, not thinking about turn lanes, I took a right. Once again, I had broken another rule of the