Getting home after school. It doesn’t seem like something that should be a problem, does it? Hundreds of people do it everyday at Creekview without any difficulty. However, when you don’t have a car, have parents who work afternoons, and live a ridiculous distant from the school, it can turn the simple task of getting home into a daily struggle. This struggle went from a minor irritation to a serious problem junior year when my sectionals got moved to Friday afternoon. As hard as it was to find a ride on a normal afternoon, it was infinitely harder to find someone to give me a ride at four on a Friday. Luckily for me, one of my best friends also had to attend Friday sectionals, so for most of the year she became my personal chauffeur on Fridays. Despite Sarah’s constant complaints about how far away I lived and the gas she used taking me home, the car rides became the time we bonded. While I don’t remember many specific events from the car rides, a few smaller moments stand out.
One moment was particularly memorable because of our near death experience. Though I was not driving, I will take the blame for our almost accident because I seem to be cursed. Whenever I sit in the passenger seat, perfectly decent drivers suddenly forget how to hold a steering wheel. While driving with me, separate people have missed their exit, almost rear-ended the car in front of them, not seen red lights, gotten completely lost and driven the wrong way down a street. Sarah’s mishaps were smaller, but more numerous. She first drove onto the sidewalk on a street she drove everyday and then, despite taking me home at least once a week, she missed the