Yesterday in VT there was a rally for the support of civil unions. Being a concerned political queer, I was one of several people from Dartmouth to attend.
I actually ended up travelling with my friend Elizabeth, who is a hs senior taking classes here part time. We’ve become good friends, and she asked me to travel with her, as she was getting a ride with two girls she didn’t particularly like and wanted someone to talk to.
About ten minutes into the trip I realized that I had violated several of my fundamental rules of personal safety.
- Never get into a car with all teenagers unless you are driving it.
- If you must be a passenger, make sure that you and the driver are the only ones in the car.
- If nothing else, make sure that the driver matches your standards of safety.
(did I mention that I’m a very good driver for an 18 year old?)
Anyway, I ended up holding hands with Elizabeth the entire way. This was out of sheer terror. My other hand was clutching the “oh my god” handle.
We did make it in one piece. (Elizabeth apologized profusely- she didn’t realize that the driver would be borrowing a car that could go above 60.)
The rally/youth march was quite nice. I’m not really into demonstrations, I guess. I was there, I clapped, I’m going to vote… nothing earth shattering about it, really. I did get a cool bumper sticker, though: Hate the bigotry, love the bigot.
After looking for horrible driver girl for an hour and a half, we finally went home. (On the way up, the girl broke 80. Going home, she broke 90. Yes, I was voicing my terror. No, I didn’t want to hitchhike home.)
What annoys the hell out of me is that she kept on giving Elizabeth and I “oooh…” looks because we were holding hands. Excuse me if I’d like to be in contact with another human being if I’m going to careen down a mountain because of a psychotic driver. :rolleyes:
The parts that weren’t terrifying were quite nice, however. I just miss my car… my nice, steady paced car.