Norms: Individual Vs. Society- Ritual Freedom

Oh man was I scared. Was I going to pass my permit test or not? Well the first time I took it I failed and I was so sad, but I passed it the second time. Yay! I was finally going to be driving on the road like I wanted to. My mom would let me drive everywhere, but with her or an adult in the car. I was a natural driver, and I was so excited. I knew that in 6 months I could get my license and finally be able to drive myself wherever I wanted to go. Finally the day had come I had scheduled my appointment and I was ready to go. However, the only that thing I had hoped wouldn’t happen did, the lady that was going to take me for my test seemed like the wicked witch of the west. She was the meanest lady I had ever met. But I was still good to go. I did a good job and got my license that day. I was so excited the day I got home my mom told me the rule; I had to call her when I got anywhere. That first day she let me drive to my friend’s house, because it was in a reasonable distance so my mom was okay with it. Now a day she makes me drive further distances just to take my little brother to practice. So in a way me getting my license was a rite of passage of freedom to both of my parents. I drive back and forth and thankfully they pay for my gas. I can mostly go wherever I want, so I gained some freedom, which was exactly what I want.