Free Ride

September 20th, 2004 / #cars, #highschool

My parents don’t let me drive to school. It’s some sort of crazy plan to save my life while saving on gas. The safety aspect of their rules is understandable, but it only costs seven dollars to fill my tank. No matter.

But here comes the nerdy part. Rather than let me drive the nine miles up County Road One, my parents allow me to drive to the bus stop, park, ride the bus to school, and do it all in reverse in the afternoon. I’ve caught so much criticism from my friends for this, but as long as it’s my only option, I’ll keep doing it.

However, tomorrow morning I break free. Yes, for the first time in my life, I am exercising my freedom as a licensed driver and riding the Beetle to school because the ensuing yearbook deadline will have me leaving far later than 1:35.

Aren’t you jealous?

comments (3)

There are 3 comments. Such a lively discussion!

  1. Mr. Woerly spoke up on October 15, 2005.

    When I was young I had to walk to school…often through snow…

  2. Casey spoke up on October 15, 2005.

    That’s because you didn’t have a roaring 3.5 cylinders chugging away under you. Hah.

  3. Adam spoke up on October 15, 2005.

    neone help? got to comment on claudius’s soliloquy in ‘hamlet prince of denmark’, the one which starts by ‘o, what offence is rank…..’ thank you.

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