I walked, (not quite a mile...no buses). I hitched occasionally, or begged my ol'man for a ride if I was late and he was leaving then.
Then, my junior year, circa 1964, I got a very used 1952 Ford flathead V8, 3 spd on the tree. Burned oil, ran just OK, but it was my first car!
That Lambo in the school parking lot is not utterly surprising...I guess times and parental overcompensation are slightly different today.
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A pic below of a '52 Ford, from the web, though mine was a 2 door and looked better.
GL, mD