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Tough to get a license, tougher to find a job

When I was younger, I used to always look forward to being a year older for a different reason (for example, at age 5 I started school, age 11 I started middle school, age 13 I could go to PG-13 movies, etc.).

There isn't a lot of perks to being 16 years old (besides not having to support myself completely), but the one thing I looked forward to was being able to get my driver's license.

Unfortunately, my dad's dream of being a rich actor in Hollywood didn't come true, so the main point of transportation remains my feet, and all my friends who can drive.

I've had my permit for like 18 months, and I'm going to be 17 in two months, but my parents are still mad at me for not having a 3.0 GPA (which isn't even that big of a request, except there hasn't been school in three months so I've had no chance to raise it, and my sophomore year didn't go so hot).

The only other option my parents left me was to pay my whole car insurance, plus the price of whatever car I buy, plus gas (which at my luck will be above $4 per gallon by the time I actually get a car and start driving).

Being that I don't have a job (besides writing these columns) I got the hint that if I wanted to drive, I'd need a job. Or else they just wanted me to stop bugging them, and to start bugging other people instead.

After baseball season ended, I finally got motivated to try to find a job (because the state was in shutdown, which meant I wanted to be able to take my test ASAP once the state came out, so I wouldn't have to wait forever, but in order to do so I needed a job). Of course, luck didn't pan out so good for me. I thought I had two different jobs, but I lost out on both at the last minute, and not even a week later the shutdown ended.

Eventually I didn't have any patience left, so I called the DMV and made a road test appointment for Sept. 6 at 3 p.m.

That left me with one month of summer to find a job and get working so I can take my test, but half that time is gone and I still haven't found one, which tells me it's time to take desperate measures.

In the last week and a half I've applied at eight different places, and I just decided I'm not going to stop until either I have a job, or Sept. 6 goes by. Either way, at least my mom can stop yelling at me for making her drive me everywhere.

Jonah Bowe is a junior at Detroit Lakes High School.