Do you remember the first time you were allowed to take your parent s car to school? I do. I was seventeen years old and had just acquired my driver s license. I was thrilled at the opportunity to be able to show off my driving skills by driving myself to school. The best part about it was the part where I woke up in the morning just a few minutes later than my younger brother and could actually enjoy the few extra minutes of free time I had to nibble on my breakfast as I watched my mother characteristically and methodically rush my brother out of bed, into the shower and out the door so that he, yes he, could catch the bus. I experienced even more glee as I smugly stood by the front door and waved to my brother as he pouted at us through the windows of the crowded school bus.
Ah, these little pleasure in life that we are afforded. And even though I was technically driving my father s car to school, it didn t really matter. I still reveled in the fact that as I pulled into the crowded parking lot of my high school with my favorite rock music blasting so loud that I was sure the windows would shatter to pieces in a matter of moments, I knew that I was among the other few seniors who had the resources to show up in their own borrowed vehicles as well.
I went to a catholic high school, which meant that there were rules A LOT of rules when it came to doing just about anything...especially where driving was concerned. Because catholic high schools tend to be closed campuses (meaning, that we weren t allowed outside of the school building for any reason while school was in session, if you had your driver s license, you had to have special permission from both your parents and then from the school to be allowed to: a) drive to school and b) park your car in the parking lot. It simply wasn t enough that you had turned seventeen years of age and had passed your driver s road test on the first try and had been officially awarded your permanent upgrade from “permit” to “license”. No, instead you had to go through the process of filling out an application for a high school driver s permit and have it signed by both of your parents (or legal guardians) and then you had to present it to the school principal with a copy of your driver s license as well as the vehicle information, make and model as well as license plate number of the car that you would be driving to school. In my case, things were more complicated by the fact that at the time, my father was vice president of Avis and part of the perks of his position included the privilege of having a different company car every few months.
I managed to work something out with the high school staff, and before I knew it, I was cruising the streets of Long Island every Monday through Friday with the windows rolled down, my uniform blazer flapping in the wind on the seat next to me as I cranked up the stereo just a little louder before I pulled into the parking lot for classes.
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