Blogging Topic- Pivotal Moment

It's summer. The sun is beaming down, warming your skin. Most people go to the pool, lay outside and tan, or go play a pickup game of basketball or football at the park. Well I was doing something different. The first time my mom pulled into the DMV and dropped me off, I knew this was going to be a wonderful start to my summer. Fortunately, I had some friends in the same class. The driver's ed teacher was short, chunky, and had a lower IQ then most people in the class. That was fine with me, as I joked around, didn't pay attention, and had to guess on every question when it came time for the test. Then there was the actual driving part, where we were randomly assigned a partner and instructor. I was only in 8th grade so boys weren't a huge part of my life. But I knew one thing- this boy was someone I should avoid. I felt bad, as he was really short, overweight, and glasses overbearing his head. I decided this was a good thing, as I would be more apt to concentrate and be attentive to the instructions. The drivers ed instructor also had a weird smell to him, so I instantly dreaded being in a car with these people for an extended period of time. I drove first, and everything went fine. Following me was my partner, and I was not able to rest easy until the car was in the parking lot 40 minutes later. He ran stop signs, couldn't see over the seat to look behind him, and drove 25 mph on the highway. I knew that day that my irish luck had definitely been used up for the time being. After experiencing driver's education for a summer, and finally getting the freedom that came along with driving a car by myself for the first time, I was a changed woman. If only I knew how much trouble that car would be getting me into in high school, I probably would not have been as enthusiastic.