RNG you give me a chuckle. My small town HS didn’t have a Driver’s Ed program. Heck, we didn’t even have a used car lot let alone a dealership. Summer of my junior year (I was 16) a neighboring town offered DE and for some reason it was open to out of town. I got in. 9.9 miles from the house to the HS. I just checked google maps. My Mom rarely, and my Dad almost never played chauffeur. It was understood that if I wanted to attend almost anything, I was on my own. Not unusual, it had been that way since 1st grade. With 7 younger siblings I can understand the reluctance to load everybody up. Only 2 rules that I remember. 1 be home by supper/dark and then 1 year in jr high (different town) my Dad forbid me to ride a certain road after school, which I did anyway, and got caught. Never understood his reasoning. Biked that same road often, going or coming from Church and variety of other reasons. I convinced parents to let me take DE. Heck, One summer I even biked to swimming lessons in the next State, but that’s a different story. I believe we had classes 3 days a week and driving session once a week and mine was on a class day.
Getting my license was a bit of a challenge. Not the tests, had those covered both written and the road test as the instructor knew the test routes as it was administered same town. The test vehicle was also required to pass a safety inspection as part of the road test. This was ‘63 and parents oldest vehicle was a ‘56, but road salt in Maine takes its toll. That 56 Chevy, 9 pax, BelAire wagon was to be my main drive. I became pretty good with Bondo back then.
Got my licence early Senior year.