My son and I rode to Boston this morning. He drove and I did my best not to be anxious. I had to trust, yet again, that he was paying close attention. Even if the potential consequence was a smashed car and no injuries, I can’t afford losing my vehicle, or having to get major repairs. I got a ticket for speeding on our last trip back from Boston, and I made sure to stay with traffic this time, or to only go a few miles above the speed limit. I, unfortunately, love driving fast. It is so hard for me to plod along wasting my time driving when life is waiting for me to get where I need to be. I am not one of those who looks at the journey as part of the experience unless I’m traveling where I’ve never been. If I could teleport, that probably wouldn’t be fast enough for me most of the time. I want to live in the future and be able to come back to the past at my leisure while everyone else is catching up with me.
The hundred-dollar ticket would have been worth it if my insurance didn’t also go up as a result. Today, ironically, I didn’t pass one police cruiser on the way home, but the people behind me sure were annoyed with my reasonable travel speed when the double-lane road changed to two-way traffic. I could have driven in the breakdown lane to let people pass, which I sometimes do, but I was going over the speed limit, so they needed to wait to pass me on a straightaway, and glared at me as they went by. I always hope that people like that will be stopped up ahead because I appreciate a good comeuppance, but I also hate it when that happens to me, so I just thought: ‘whatever’, as they zoomed out of sight.
Driving in Boston is always a hassle when school’s starting up because people triple park sometimes, or the usual two lanes which are already choked with traffic becomes one lane for miles, and blaring horns are just a pressure release valve because no one can go anywhere no matter how long or insistently they beep. I’ve become better at not adding to gridlock. I’ve learned to stop before a cross-walk, or at a yellow light, if I can see that traffic up beyond the intersection isn’t moving. I try to drive considerately, and I have had excellent luck driving into and out of Boston over the last few years. It helps that I’m getting to know the city somewhat as well.
I do think I could enjoy living in the city but, like most other people, I’d rather live outside of the constant din of traffic and people. I’d rather have my home in a more bucolic setting and my career in the frenetic city center.
My son’s dorm is closer to the campus center this year, and I hope that will be a nice change for him. He’s anxious about the work-load and being disciplined enough to maintain decent grades, and I reminded him that his scholarships depend upon him staying at a B average. He’s motivated enough that a poor mid-term showing would kick him into high gear, but it’s more stressful that way. I was one of those students whose every paper turned in may as well have been soaked with sweat for how hard I had to work at it, and while other classmates of mine breezed through and gathered A’s, I rarely got higher than a B for my efforts.
My son will get through it, regardless of the stress or ease, and it will be sooner than he could imagine now.
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