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Two, long, terrible hours, on a Thursday afternoon in October of 2008 were spent at the DMV. Two hours, waiting for my name to be called so that I could have my picture awkwardly taken, and put onto a small plastic card; my provisional driver’s license. It was probably the most rewarding two hours I had ever spent.   Receiving my driver’s license meant many things: being able to drive my friends around, being able to pick up dinner when I didn’t agree with what my parents had made, and being able to drive myself to and from school. The best part was being able to get into that gold Grand Cherokee, and just drive around town, j