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When I turned 25, I became old enough to rent a car — but the rite of passage did little more than remind me that I still hadn’t earned my driver’s license.

Editor’s Note: This article was originally in the LaFollette Press’ March 28, 2013 edition.

It was my second year of college, and I was attending a religious university. As with any such university, there were strong guidelines for admittance.