Without a car, I would be unemployed, in a constant state of boredom, and always late to school. I tried my hardest, but this month, I only got through four out of seven days without driving my car.

Don’t get me wrong, I love walking. I would walk everywhere if I could. I just simply do not have the time. On an average morning, it is nearly impossible to force me from the comforts of my warm bed until around 6:50. By the time I get dressed and brush my teeth, there’s no way I could make the 45 minute walk to school by the time the 7:25 bell rings. Given that along with my busy work schedule, getting places on my own was just not a plausible option. I felt bad for always badgering my friends for rides to work, and I’m sure my dad got sick of waiting to drive me to school every morning before he could leave for his job.

By Friday afternoon, I was looking at a seven hour shift directly after school, followed by a 9 a.m. shift the next morning, followed by a 5 p.m. shift at my other job Saturday afternoon. My dad had gone out of town, and my sister wasn’t at home. As a last resort, I had to start driving again.