My Sister Got a New Car While I Got a Bus Pass but My 18th Birthday Changed Everything

arts school, strong accounting program, forty minutes from Ridgemont by car. I read the enrollment materials carefully and found the line I had been afraid of finding. No public bus route.

I read it three times.

I sat down with my parents on a Sunday evening. I had organized my numbers on index cards, the way Mr. Delaney had taught me to prepare for continue reading …