Teenagers

I've got to brag a little...

My son... He's my youngest child, 15 years old, a sophomore in a Charter High School which specializes in health care, and he just graduated from his Driver's Training course tonight. Whew! He was given his driver's permit at the end of class tonight. I think that might have been the easy part! Now, he's going to want the keys to the car, all the time! I dread calling my insurance company to add him to my policy. I need a raise!!!

Actually, in the State of Idaho, my son will have to drive an additional 50 hours with a supervised adult, of which, at least 10 of those hours must be night driving hours. Idaho gives the instructors the kids' permits. The instructors hold this until the kids graduate driving school. Then, as long as the kids keep their permit (and do not get their actual driver's license), Idaho parents do not have to pay more on their premiums. I think this sounds too good to be true. I will call my insurance tomorrow and find out for sure.

Tonight, after all the students received their permits, the teachers talked about the class in general. This group of kids averaged the highest on tests in the history of this school, a private driving school. We were told we should all be proud of these kids. I am.

Then the teachers had three verbal awards they wanted to acknowledge to the group of us there, (maybe 30 to 40 parents and kids were there). Best Driver, Best Score on Test, and Best Attitude & Maturity.

I really felt like my son was going to get the Best Driver award. The teacher had made a comment after their first drive that my son was an excellent driver. He's been driving for years with us. They announced the Best Driver, it wasn't my son, we all applauded. Then they announced Best Score on Test winner, applause. And last but not least, they acknowledged the Best Attitude & Maturity... it was my son! Wow! Teachers have told this to me before, but you'd never guess it from his behavior at home! LOL

Anyway, it was after 9 p.m., it was starting to rain, he had his permit and was asking for the keys! I agreed he could drive us home. We started for home and realized we needed fuel, so we turned into a side street and did a u-turn, then headed back down to the gas station, probably three miles away from where we were. My son was totally excited. He got to drive half way into town for gas, then back home. He did very well! I never doubted he would.