April 11, 2025
By Gabriella Cerreta
Staff Writer
This article is part of a four-part in-depth reporting project about cars.
I’d dreamt of driving since I was a little girl. I remember sitting in my car seat while I watched my father drive, thinking, “One day, I want to do that too.” However, that fantasy was replaced by anxiety when I got my license on Oct. 24, 2024.
My fear wasn’t just about getting lost. It was about the intense responsibility I felt every time I was in the driver’s seat.
As a first-time driver, I worried about causing an accident, especially in bad weather. From merging onto highways to making quick decisions at intersections, I felt overwhelmed by the knowledge I needed to absorb. Each drive felt like a stressful test I wasn’t sure I was prepared for since I had not practiced enough when I had my learner’s permit.
When driving with my friends, I felt an added pressure. The fear that they might perceive me as a bad driver made me second-guess every decision. It was difficult to relax when I knew they were watching and expecting me to drive flawlessly.
Over time, though, I learned that fear and nerves are inevitable, and each drive helped me become more comfortable and confident.
Through it all, I reminded myself that nervousness doesn’t make me a bad driver.
One technique I found helpful was setting small goals for myself each time I drove. Instead of tackling multiple objectives simultaneously, I focused on mastering one specific skill. Breaking down the challenge into manageable tasks made each goal feel achievable.
I started by driving around Lyndhurst and worked my way up to highways, which I never went on when I had my learner’s permit. This approach gave me the experience I needed to feel secure in my ability. I took my time, built my skills and eventually, my anxiety subsided.
Through it all, I reminded myself that nervousness doesn’t make me a bad driver. It was part of the learning process and didn’t define my identity. I also found comfort in the support of my parents and other adults, who reassured me that I was a good driver and would only get better with time.
Nowadays, I drive with ease and appreciate the freedom it has given me. Driving empowers me by allowing me to get myself to band rehearsals, shop and visit family without having to ask my parents or friends for a ride. Gradually, I learned to trust myself, and the concern that once overwhelmed me has disappeared completely.
