Is my College Essay up to the Standards

This is just a rough draft of my college essay. I wrote about how I felt when I first learned how to drive with my dad.

I want people to tell me if this essay is any good, grammar mistakes, good attraction, on topic, is it too long, should I write my essay like a story, new ideas for how to make it better, does it have a good ending, etc.

My college asks the general question, they are asking for a personal experience and how I went about it or something like that. The mininum of words is 500-800, I have no idea what the maxinum of words is or if there even is one.

Personally, I think it is long enough but I am not sure if I was too repetive or maybe I did not put enough personal PoVs or it's not what a college essay should looks like

So here:

Occasionally, I think that living a boundless long time span of life is like climbing a labyrinthine landmass. And there checkpoints in position for every accomplishment, big or small, that I achieve. Sometimes I look up the landmass to see how far I still need to go and sometimes I look down it to see how far up since the day I was born.

When I look up, I can see things that I have not experienced before; the challenges that are destined to come in the future. I can see a faded image of myself in a building, doing and creating things that have interested me for a long time.

When I look down, what I see is not fear from the height, but memories from the past. The climbing materials is the secret of why I am safely secured to the landmass runs deep in my family and friends, whom have been looking out for me for my entire life. As I live life, I realize that looking back and doing the wrong thing is not necessarily always something I should fear. By finding out why I made those mistakes is one significant way in how people improve and then use it to come back onto the right track towards success.

I am often known as person full of cautious and curiosity. I presented how long I can try to take things slowly when I first was told by my father to get into the front wheel of the car. I was shocked, confused and hesitate at the time, wondering about why my dad had chosen for me to start driving then. I was currently in the parking lot of the hospital where my sick grandfather utterly laid inside; I was expecting for my dad to drive me home but instead he told me that the moment to learn how to drive has come. I replied no different from any other human being; I tried to protest by telling him that I don’t want to drive and that I am not ready and that I don’t feel like it. He ignored me and told me, “It’ll be okay.”

When I got into front of the wheel, the first I noticed was how little room there was for me to extend my legs. Pretty understandable since I am over six feet tall and my dad probably did not take that into account since he is about a little more than a head shorter than me. He told me that learning how to parking lot drive is very essential to perfecting my driving skills. He showed me how I should turn the wheel and other simple stuff that I should have already known due to basic knowledge but he was scared; scared that I may end up crashing and busting up the car with our lives along with it. I noticed how hard it was to turn when I first did it, how hard it had been to know exactly when to turn. I felt so unbearably awkward that I just wanted more than anything to quit right then but I held on for remainder of the time.

When I first got onto the main road, it was a relief. Surprisingly, I found main road driving a whole lot easier than parking lot driving. I am not entirely sure why it was but I figure it might have had something to do with the speed that I was going in. Apparently when driving faster, the car’s wheels turned more swiftly even with the slightest touch from the turning of the wheel. But even though I found main road driving easier, it did not stop my dad from worrying more than he should have been. He always reminded me not to cross the “double yellow” which is referring to the painted marking between the opposing sides of the road where cars are not supposed to pass. And whenever he did, I always told him that it was the stupidest thing that could ever happen but my safely while I learned to drive was one of my father’s primary objectives, therefore even stupidity must be accounted for as often as parallel parking.

My dad told me that if I am nervous at anytime when I am driving, I will most likely crash which is something I can really agree with. The nervous feeling that always runs through my body whenever I try to challenge myself on something I have never done before, for an example, I know I must have been holding tightly onto the driving wheel on that first night because I still do it even now. The more I feel nervous, the harder I am gripping that wheel and the harder I grip that wheel, the more tired I will feel because more energy is wasted by how much power I transfer from my hand and into the wheel in which I am holding.

My dad, who I as might as well refer to him as my teacher because he basically the same as my other teachers who have already given me the will to advance farther in life. I have to admit with all my honestly, my father yelled at me almost every moment when I was in front of that wheel. I know he was scowling at me because he was both a caring dad as well as an excellent teacher who only wants to make sure that I am safe and comfortable when I drive. And from that experience, I realize that through all those hard times from the past, I should be grateful, instead of being arrogant, because I was very felicitous to even have a special person to teach me how to become a good driver. If it had not been for father to exist the way he is now, I would have had to attend private driving lessons with a person for whom I do not know; I wouldn’t have been able to yell freely or to lose my temper far too easily if my driving teacher had not been someone in my family. And against all the odds is why I say, for him I will try; for him I will live; for him I will succeed.