Do I really have to do this now? To my left there was a navy blue car with raggedy appearance from being worn down by previous drivers. To my right my dominant hand vibrated with anxiety. Below me I felt the blood rush through my legs as I stood motionless on the grey cracked asphault. Above me was a ball of gas hundreds of times bigger than the planet I stood upon only it appeared to my eyes it appeared as a marble of light. Behind me people of both genders flooded the campus like a swarm of migrating locusts. I turn my head to face in front of me, when a short asian man walks up to me and asks if I am ready. All I could say was: "I don't want to go".
It was April 3, 2014, and today was my driving exam. The short driving instructor was waiting for me as I still stood there sweating more water than Niagra Falls. He started to become very impatient shouting "let's go" in different languages: "Wir gehen, vamos a ir, andiamo". He finally got my attention by shouting "Allons-y" which secretly was my favorite word. I then open the driver door, cushioned my butt on the seat, then reclosed the door letting my vibrating hands take the wheel. I thought to myself: a horse, a bicycle, anything but a car. As if I was forced into being Satan's personal taxi driver, I turn the key to start the car. My body shivers with anxiety and my face begins to sweat; there's no turning back now.
To my left I saw people through the driver's side window walk through the school campus. To my right the short asian driving instructor waited impatiently for me to start driving. Below me were the gas and brake petals waiting to be pressed my feet. Above me the car roof blocked the sun so I couldn't feel the comforting warmth of the sun. There was nothing behind me. The only thing for me was forward. It turns out I really do have to do this right now.
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