Driving was less terrifying and complicated than I expected it to be, despite the fact that my practice began in the gigantic Bosch factory parking lot near my house. The one moment from my driver's ed class that I remember is nearly falling asleep (and out of my chair) after pulling an all-nighter with my friends before my 9 a.m. class. My learning experience led to the dreaded driving test, which, much to my chagrin, began with a gruff elderly man hopping in my car and proclaiming, "Call me coach." He then proceeded to tell me that I should buy, essentially, a booster seat for driving. I was not amused. Fortunately, I came out triumphant, free to drive and free to never see Coach again. And no, I didn't buy a booster seat.