Part 1 of Essay
It was a long time waiting, but it was here. I had finally gotten my license, after what seemed like a millenium. My parents, quite happy for me, immediately relinquished their firm grasp on the keys to the sleek, black Acura parked in front of the house. And I politely pretended to absorb their warnings of hazards on the ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... fun and impress those girls in the back seat. I was pulling hand-brake turns, pretending that I was in a Formula one racing car, screeching the tires and driving on the wrong side of the road. I was taking hairpin turns thirty kilometers over the speed limit. "I'm in England!" Jack would yell as he poked his head out of the sunroof. Though I could barely hear him above the blaring music. I felt care and worry free. We were headed for the first party of the school year, and rather quickly at that. I was so pre ....