Riding Car Cars Lesson

I was a bit worried when my parents decided that it was time for me to attend a driving school, i know that most other teenagers normally cant wait but i was so sure I would fail that I was willing to put it off as long as possible. my parents had accused me of being scared and I had immediately turned on my defensive mode and screamed to my parents that they were wrong. " I am not scared!I am going to that school and i will pass!" , I realized just then that my parents were egging me on, trying to make me say that I would attend school and they knew I would be too proud to admit I was actually scared.

In school I had realized that my attitude there was no different then the attitude i had at home. I was defensive of everything I said and never allowed a teacher to tell me that I actually did not understand how a car works, that i didn't know how to tell the difference in insurance groups, and I would probably fail. I mean really how does a teenager know the differences in insurance groups, i mean that should be the parents job. Later that day while paying little to no attention to my instructor he ad mentioned something about a dsa. I knew at that moment that i would probably have to knew what that meant but I still chose to be stubborn and keep up my defensive act.

When it came time to take my end of the course tests, I was sure that I had actually learned enough to make it out ofthis school would a barely passing mark. I had been trying to learn it all out of books and I thought i had understood but I was so wrong. I had a question that had actually asked how do you choose between two insurance groups policies and I evenhad a question thatasked what a dsa was and what the dsa did, i could not believe it.

I failed and ended up being forced to retake the class.