Who I Am:
My name is Michael Woodward.
I have lived in Vermont my entire life. The first half of my life I grew up in South Ryegate and the second half in Barre, where I currently live. I am going to be 22 years old this March of 2012.
I have an older sister who has already graduated from four years of college. She lives in an apartment with one of her friends. My younger brother lives in a dorm room at his school. I live at home with my parents.
Go ahead and laugh. I get home cooked meals, my own bed, clean shower, my own space, place and peace and can pet my chocolate lab named Molly every night.
If you are a college student reading this, I believe I am making you a bit jealous. Only a sliver. But I know what you are going to come back at me with: “Well, I’m on my way to becoming a full fledged adult by like living on my own and like cooking my own food.”
The real world is not living in a dorm. I am happy for you that you can cook your own meals. At the end of the day, I am getting the same or equivalent education. That puts us all on the same playing field. It is just a matter of what we do with the time that we have, is what makes us get through or not.
Why I Am Doing This:
I go to school at Lyndon State College.
It is exactly one hour away from my house. 50 minutes if I drive fast. For my commute I drive 1 hour 40 minutes to 2 hours, five days a week.
It dawned on me that driving this much is a waste of time, since I just sing poorly to songs the entire time and contemplate that days happenings and the weeks events to come. I hope through this experiment, I can share with you my experiences, encounters, demonstrate the psychological effects of driving (mood, fatigue, etc…)
Just so you know, I am living my real life outside of the car. What ever happens during the morning and through the day is going to effect how I drive, what I say, and how I act. All you are going to see is what happens before and after my day at school. You see nothing that goes on before or in between when I get in and out of the car.
Whatever happens, I am dealing with real situations that occur on the road, and my emotions are real. I hope over time you are able to draw your own conclusions about what it takes to commute two hours, both ways. You may even have your own opinions and/or experiences about your commute that you take or one that you used to take.
This is where you come in to the picture. Tell me your experiences. Post your photos. Post your videos even. I am curious as to what all of you do in the car when you are by yourself.
What do you do? What do you really do? Literally no one will ever know, unless you share. Well, unless the people who drive by you catch you picking your nose, driving with one foot out of the window or shoving your face with Wendy’s will gather some sort of opinion about you, but other than that, no one is in the car with you.
What do you do when you are in a high-risk environment, supposedly trying to concentrate on it, when you are alone?
Travel well!
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