During senior year, in the midst of applying to three SAs and for three ROTC scholarships, DD had a date with a traffic court judge. She’d rear-ended someone in a low-speed, no-injury accident — in the process, totaling my car, which I’d let her borrow while I was out of town. She was held accountable, rightly so, with a fine and community service.
I chuckle now because, looking back, the smart blazer, dress pants and sensible flats she wore before the judge were the same things she wore in her interviews with MOC nom panels and SA reps and ROTC reps. It all worked out, and she’s to this day a rather cautious driver. Good thing, because as a firstie, she’ll be one of the designated drivers when her club sports team goes on road trips.
