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My Drive To Drive

My drive to drive and the long, curvaceous road.

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My Drive To Drive
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This week I have accomplished something I never thought I would, not because it seemed impossible, but simply because I lacked the motivation to even attempt to try. I passed my Drivers Education class. In the beginning I never liked driving. I used to try my best to avoid the drivers seat of any vehicle before I was old enough. Even after being eligible I waited a long time to take a test and receive my learners permit, and I waited again to sign up and attend the Drivers Ed course.

I received my permit close to my sixteenth birthday for one reason and one reason only: I needed an ID to take my SAT’s. The only reason I went and took the test for my permit was so I could take a standardized test so I could apply for college. The whole process is a bit coincidental if you look from beginning to now. I got my learners to get into college, and now I’m getting my license because I am in college.

As I have stated before, I have simply never had the drive to drive. Driving a vehicle simply never appealed to me. My plan after school was to move to a city where I could walk everywhere or call a cab or taxi. Although, while I planned to never receive my license the universe had intentions which were a little different than mine. The universe proved to me that moving to a city would not solve my non-driving difficulties.

I go to Randolph. (Not Randolph-Macon, just Randolph.) While I selected my school partly for the small amount of people, and homey feel, sometimes the low amount of students could make me feel a little claustrophobic. Everybody knows everyone at Randolph, which can be a bit intimidating at some points.

Sometimes I felt like I just needed to be alone, by myself. However, accomplishing alone time can be difficult at certain points on campus. Sure, I had my own private spots to vanish away to, but on a small campus there can only be so much time before those areas are found and open to the public. There was, at some points, no place to hide. Do not get me wrong. I was not trying to run away from anything. I am just a bit of an introvert who needs to refuel after being out with my friends for a while, and I was with my friends all of the time.

If the need to get out more and have an adventure or two was not enough motivation, then the need for a ride was. In college you get independence, freedom. You feel incredibly free up until you need a ride to Walmart in the next few days and have to beg everyone you know with a car.

With my feelings of wanting to discover Lynchburg more, and occasionally needing to run some errands I felt I needed to receive my license. Therefor, I told my mom and we scheduled my class. Today is the day I have officially passed my Drivers Education course! I am both excited and nervous to take the test, but I know it will be worth the trouble when I can finally go to Starbucks by myself! Uh, I meant to say the grocery store… obviously.

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