<p>I was a commuter for my first three semesters, then moved into my sorority house. I went home fairly often, as my off-campus job was very close to my parents’ house and it was easier to use their washing machine. I was a little more free to come and go as I pleased but my parents (especially my dad, God rest his soul) were the ones who had trouble with boundaries. He drove by every day, unless he was traveling, and if my car wasn’t there and should have been (or was there and shouldn’t have been,) I heard about it! Once, when I had an early dental appointment, I went to see my boyfriend du jour at his fraternity house afterwards. Sure enough, I got a call that day: “What was your car doing in back of the XYZ house at 8:30 in the morning?” I explained what was going on and I got “Well, we thought you let So-and-so drive your car home.” Umm, not hardly. How stupid did they really think I was?</p>