~Driving in Snow~

My senior year of high school I had one of those wonderful days gone down the drain. It was a Friday morning the week before finals and it had been snowing all night. My little brother and I were praying for school to be cancelled, we were both glued to the tv and we were trying to be patient as the bottom of the screen flashed all the other schools that had delays or cancellations. Time seemed to slow down as the schools flashed by and ours got closer. Finally, it came up…But we only had a two hour delay. Both of us were disappointed, but we tried to make the best of it. We reverted back to our childhood days of playing in the snow, we attempted to make a snow man, but the snow wasn’t sticking very well. We didn’t let that get in our way; we were just glad that we weren’t in school and continued to play.

My mom came outside and told us that breakfast was ready and that we should be getting ready to go to school. To our disappointment, the school had decided that the roads were clear enough for everyone to still go to school. My little brother and I ate our breakfast, got ready for school, hopped in my car, and we were off. My mom made us leave a bit earlier than we would have normally on a two-hour delay day because of the roads still being a bit icy and me not having much experience of driving to school in the snow.

I was driving a good thirty miles per hour, just to be safe and we were about half way there, when there was a truck coming at us. I thought that he would be just as careful as I was, oh boy was I wrong. The driver of the truck with his four wheel drive was going forty five in what is a thirty on a good day. He started to weave and gained control, but he was on my side of the road. I was freaking out and I could see that the other drive was too. The drive of the truck tried to get back on his side of the road, but he was still a bit on my side. I tried to move over more on my side of the road, but there was nothing there. I ended up jerking the wheel too much and then over compensated and ended up in a ditch, half way between home and school, and with no cell phone.

When I was calm enough to get myself together and after I made sure my little brother was ok, I got out of the car to see where the truck driver was. He was just driving along, on his way to where ever and didn’t stop to help us or see if we were ok. I was pissed off to say the least and my good morning turned into a really stressful day. One of my best guy friends from school was driving by and he stopped to help us. He had a jeep and a tow rope in the back of his jeep, so he hooked the tow rope up to my car and pulled me out right then and there. After he had pulled us out he helped me look at my car to see if we could make it to school or if I should drive it home. We both felt that it could make it to school and we had to get there soon otherwise, all of us would be late.

After school that day, I called my dad and told him what happened and of course he was furious, but glad we were alright. He came to school to make sure that we made it home safely and then he checked my car for any damage. Thankfully nothing had been damaged other than my nerves. Since then I have hated driving when there is snow on the roads, but I now take the proper steps to make sure that I can make it to where ever I am headed safely.