Eh, I guess the "grass is always greener" rule might apply here. I went to a Catholic school, and we lived too close to be eligible for bus service, yet too far away to be able to walk. Therefore, my parents got involved in a carpool with other families in the neighborhood that went to the school. I grew tired of the carpool and couldn't wait until I was in 8th grade and allowed to ride my bike to school (don't remember if this was a school rule or just a rule that my parents made up).