Imagine getting behind the wheel for the very first time. You climb in, sit down and get seat belted; once you are situated, put it in drive and get ready to ease away from the curb. Before you start going three different adults in the car start telling you what to do next, all that runs through your mind is “Let me do this myself!” even though you know they are saying it for your best interest. Getting your permit and driving with an adult is hard. Now that I have been driving for months it seems like a piece of cake, until my sister wanted me to try to drive her Honda Civic which is manual car.
I would like to propose a toast to my best friend Joy Kentish. For those of you that don’t know Joy and I have been best friends for about 7 years. We met our 10th grade year in high school at Tampa Bay technical High School. We were in drivers ed together and I was so nervous because it was my first time driving and we were partners. She told me to relax and just have fun but not too much fun.
My mom says it is distraction, I just call it fun. If you would like to annoy your mother while you are driving like I do, then this is what you must do. The one thing that my mom makes me do even before I get into the car is text her. The text tells her when I am leaving and when I am arriving to a place. It sounds like the simplest thing right?
My sister started driving at 15 with no license, but I my parents made it very clear they didn’t trust me with the car like they trusted my sister. When I turned 15, I begged my parent’s to let me to go take my learner’s permit test with no such luck. Frustrated I did something I did not even know I was capable of doing. I took the car without permission, not to mention it was like my first time driving. I picked all my friends up trying to showing off.
I was hungry, hot and tired and simply wanted to go home but of course this was out of the question. After about an hour of sitting in a blistering hot car while my father tinkered with the lady’s car, the car finally decided to start. As we began to embark upon our journey home I mustered up enough courage to pose the question, what do you guys get out of always helping people? My mother looked at my father with adoring admiration and they both smiled at me and said that helping people is their purpose in life. They went into a great deal of detail as to how they were intricately designed by God to help people along the way.
Jeffrey Goodluck Binge Drinking Sept. 18, 2009 Binge Drinking It was my ninetieth birthday and I was a student at a small community college, when a group of friends decided to take me to a kegger party. I had already consumed a large amount of beer before arriving at the party. The tingling effects from the alcohol gave me goose bumps and the desire to drink more and more. As I was consuming the alcohol, I began to realize that I couldn’t control my feeling or my thoughts. Friends were yelling out loud and showing their support for me, and I kept hearing the words, “slam it, slam it!” I was literally lit and batheing in alcohol.
Underage Drinking Living the dream was only the tip of the ice-berg which was my life. Captain of the Varsity softball team and a proud honor roll student, I never thought that life would ever change; if so, not for the worst. I had no idea that a small decision could turn my world upside down. I have replayed the decision in my head millions of times, each time assembling a better choice. It happened in 2007 summer time; I was home alone.
Throughout these 5 years I have stayed very physically active whether it be skiing or running the flatirons with my brother in Boulder; however I have also smoked more packs of cigarettes than I even want to count. c. I have always been aware of the topic of smoking in public but I have never actually researched it. i. After researching smoking in public, I feel as though I switch back and forth on my stance dealing with the issue even more than I did prior to my research. 4.
We had finally completed high school and were ready to move on to the next step in our life: college. The moment the head master of my school had announced us as the graduating class of 2011, we all tossed our caps into the air and we were happier than ever. As soon as we paraded out of the ceremony, sadness began to emerge. We were saddened because most of us were moving on to different colleges and we were not going to be able to enjoy each other’s company everyday like we did in high school. Although many people have told me that the best times of your life are spent in college, I knew I would still miss my friends from high school as we moved on to the next chapter in our lives.
I wanted to dash to the girl and grab her up, and running far away from him. I had to remain calm because I had my own two daughters in the car with me. For two days I could not get the image of the two of them out of my head. I thought long and hard about what I should do, discussing it with my husband. He comforted me by saying he would stand by whatever decision I made.