Everyone born during or before March, 1994 has their driver’s permit. Everyone except me.
A driver’s license is a necessary tool of survival in the United States. Driver’s permits are the necessary step to obtain the necessary tool. In North Carolina, you are eligible for one if you are at least 14 and a half and have taken the special Driver’s Ed class at your local school. When I was 14 and a half, I was young and naive. The thought of a driver’s permit never crossed my dense little head. When I was 15 and a half I started waking up to reality, and realized that all of my friends had something that I didn’t. I was behind the times. Mom and I began to frantically search for driver’s schools and driver’s manuals and driver’s ed. I am now 15 and eight months old, and at long last am enrolled in a driver’s education class at the local private school. Which means that I won’t be able to get my actual license until I’m most of the way through my 16th year. But that’s OK I guess. It’s a learning experience.
Things are getting cold here in North Carolina. The tips of everyone’s toes and fingers and noses are all chillier than a Dairy Queen Blizzard. Mom and I are pulling out the plaid skirts, the long-long skirts, the footless tights, the thick tights, the fuzzy socks, the cable sweaters, the knee length coats, the knee high boots, the furry boots, the fashionable scarves, the unfashionable scarves, the winter hats, the rain coats, the fuzzy-lined coats, the long sleeve tees and the gloves that never seem to be able to keep your hands warm! We have an extensive collection of winter clothing from all those years living in Oregon. In fact, when we moved to North Carolina I remember only having one pair of shorts! I now have five.
