Three weeks ago my lovely daughter Kelsey (with her little-used learner's permit) went out driving with her off-and-on boyfriend (new license) even though it's illegal. I had warned her against it not only because it's illegal but because our insurance wouldn't cover her under those conditions. Well, fate being what it is you can imagine what happened - on her second-to-last day of her senior year of high school my daughter ran her boyfriend's truck into a tree, right in front of the high school school, in the bus loop, during lunch hour so everyone in the whole school could see, and totaled it.
I arrived to find a fire truck, ambulance, and popo all on the scene, with the totaled truck being hoisted up onto a flatbed. Kelsey was in the nurse's office in a wheelchair, wearing a neck brace as a precaution because she was complaining that her head and neck hurt. Because of my occupation and association with police the officer on the scene courteously said she wouldn't write a report or tickets (resulting in loss of permits and licenses all around) as long as my daughter didn't have to be transported in an ambulance, so after a few questions I instructed Kelsey to get her butt out of the wheelchair. She sheepishly complied and I drove both my daughter and her now-truckless boyfriend home. He was trying to have a heroic, no-big-deal, just-glad-we-weren't-hurt kind of attitude but I knew better. Teenage boys like everything as long as it has wheels or tits, but when push comes to shove wheels will win every time. So for the time being the truck was the only casualty.
Well, almost...
Kelsey did suffer a slight concussion and a pretty severe anxiety attack. She was worried about what her punishment would be. I explained to her that the reason parents punish their children is to teach them that their actions have consequences, and that she was past the teaching stage. She now had to deal with real-life consequences, which was to help pay for the truck. So just like that a great big chunk of the money she'd saved up for college got flushed right down the toilet.
But wait, there's more...
She had to go to school the next day to take one final exam. Well, imagine the usual anxiety of a test, in a class she has with the same boyfriend, combined with facing the entire school after the events of the previous day, and the nausea associated with a concussion. It all caught up with her half way through the test when she ran out into the hallway... and puked!
And that is the story of my daughter's last two days of high school, a legacy that will live on forever in the tiny town of Poolesville, MD. A legacy she will relive every day, because she works the drive-through window at the McDonald's two blocks away from the high school in that little town, so everyone who comes through knows she's the girl who wrecked the truck and puked in the hallway.
How's that for consequences?