Picture this: Katy Perry’s “California Gurls” is blasting from the speakers while my three friends and I are shouting the lyrics, I’m speeding down 1-95 in my mom’s Jeep Wrangler, the wind is blowing through my hair. Life at 80-mph is sublime.
But of course, I wake up from this unrealistic dream, and realize that my mom doesn’t have a Jeep, I don’t have my license, and I don’t even know how to get to I-95.
Is getting my license meant to be this difficult? I know how to drive, I don’t run red lights, text, or talk on the phone, yet my parents seem to keep coming up with ways to come between me and my golden ticket.
Everything changes. No more money squandered on Westport Taxi, and no more dreadful hours spent in the car with my parents as a backseat passenger. Finally I’ll get the green light to become a certified, card carrying, state ofConnecticutlicense holder before the year ends. But wait, that’s what have been telling myself since my birthday.
I have been 16 since June 20. It’s Nov. 18. I should have had my license for over a month by now. So what’s the hold up? You guessed it… Mom and Dad.
“Dad, let’s go to the DMV now to get my permit,” I said.
“Nicolette, do you know what kind of a responsibility it is to drive a car? We’ll go to get your learner permit when I think you’re more ready,” Dad said.
Four days go by. I follow up.
“So dad, do you think we’re ready to get my permit yet?”
“Well, what car would you even drive? I just don’t see the point. You are definitely not driving my Audi A4. And don’t even begin to think you are getting your own car just yet.”
About a month later I finally got my permit, and I enrolled in to drivers ed. I have already finished 1/3 of the course, I am 10 classes away from my license (hallelujah). The date is set to take my road test on Dec. 21, and I’m already picking out a key chain (a beige leather initial “N” from Coach) for my duplicate set of keys to one of the cars.
But last night, when my parents picked me up from drivers ed, they seemed alarmed at some information they just learned. Apparently, someone at mom’s gym spilled the beans that Drivers Ed- in other words, paying $735- isn’t a requirement as long as I wait two extra months to get my license. There goes my driver’s education, and two months more behind the wheel.
Why does the road of getting my license at this age have so many speed bumps? I’m a teenager, yet my parents’ image of me is so ten years ago, as if I still need to be buckled into a child car seat.
Teenagers know what it’s like to drive with parents… You end up driving each other crazy. My mother does 50-mph down Long Lots Rd, so who is she to judge my skills? But all of this is just a passing phase- a detour on the road to getting a license. Perhaps right now they micromanage every single twist and turn of my superb driving.
But, whatever… I’m over it.
I’m pleased to say I will be in a car to be named no later than senior year. As for my license, I expect to have that in hand, oh, in approximately 56 days, 11 hours, 27 minutes and 16 seconds. But who’s counting? See ya on I-95.