
As you can see, that is me pointing to the sign that reads: Department of Music. Yes, I know I'm a dork. I've accepted that a long time ago. Anyways if you're wondering where this sign is located, I can easily answer that question. It's located in my dream school,which is William and Mary. Why was I even there? Two words: Spring Break. And I'm loving every minute of it. I spent the first three days visiting ODU, William and Mary, and VCU. I traveled with my cousins, who are the only people who could explain/answer the title of this post. Personally, I had an amazing time. Yet I can't believe Spring Break is almost over, but I'll try not to look at it with the glass half empty. I can look at it, with the glass half full, by working on William and Mary. I highly, highly doubt I will be accepted. But unlike my AP Lang teacher, I have faith in myself. I'll never know until I try. There are numerous reasons why I'm in love with William and Mary but the main reason: I can actually see myself going there. The idea of going to college has always seemed unreal to me, even scary. What's even more scary is that I'll be going to college soon...as in a little over a year. What? If I don't make it in I know one thing, I have to, have to stay in-state. Though the typical teenager would rebel and transfer as far as possible there's one person stopping me. My sister. I could never leave her. My mom trusts that I can, and will, watch over her. I just hope I can also be someone she can look up to, someone like Mom.
While I was at the college tours I noticed most of the kids there were with at least one of their parents, the majority of the parents were mothers. As I was at the tour with my cousins, I felt strong. Although my mom cannot physically be there to search for colleges with me, she's watching over me. Knowing that, I know everything will be okay. Even if William and Mary doesn't work out, even if it all goes wrong. I trust myself to trust her and trust what ever happens. I'll never be as ready as I am now.
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