College is this thing to every highschooler. It's this entity, this far off beacon, this attainable common goal. And for some reason, we are trained to think that if we get through highschool making honor roll and keeping up a good GPA, everything will fall into place. We will go to college, graduate, get a great job, and marry and have pretty babies. I'm beginning to find that this is not so much the case.
When you're applying to colleges, there is always that urban legend that circulates and causes mass hysteria and panick. It varies, but the message and basic plot is always the same. The boy/girl who got great grades, had a 4.0 gpa, did extra-curriculars, fucking tried to save the world on a daily basis, and applied to amazing schools. and didnt get into a single one. Not that i fit all the criteria listed above, but this past month my life has turned into that ubran legend.
I didn't get into my dream school, in fact, i only got into 3 out of 9, all 3 of which i really didn't want to go to. And then to add to that, i realized that even if i did get into my dream schools, i probably couldnt afford to go anyway. So, i am now a member of the Umass Amherst class of 2013, which is more fucking ironic than you could believe. My whole mantra throughout high school was i don't want to go to umass, never umass, anything but umass. I think i didnt want to stay in state, and i didnt want to go to what i considered an inferior school. i wanted to go out west, or new york, see new things and meet new people. i didnt want to end up going to college with the SHS class of 09.
But i am going to Umass, and i've gotten used to it. It is a great school, and i will get a great education. and when i graduate, and high school friends are selling their body parts to pay off student loans, i'll be virtually debt free. It may not be what i wanted, but its what ive got. And im going to make the best of it the best damn way i can.
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