i bet kate never felt this way.
hello. it is march. it is march of my senior year and i have no idea where i'm going to college.
this used to be something i laughed about. people would ask about my plans after high school, and i had everything figured out. but where i would actually go to fulfill my dreams? not a clue. not even the slightest one. and sure, it freaked me out in august when the questions started flooding in from teachers and counselors and classmates. and it was unnerving during the holidays when my family seemingly had nothing else on their mind. and now i hold back tears when my friends are mailing off housing payments and facebook-stalking potential roommates.
but it's not like i don't have options. in fact, maybe i have too many. i have some friends who only applied to one school, got accepted, and are on their merry way into "the real world". i probably applied to over a dozen schools, scattered all across the country. i have some great offers on the table, but am still waiting to hear back from some of my favorites. when people see the panic in my eyes after asking the dreaded "college question", their next (good-natured but totally not helpful at all) inquiry is "oh... well where do you think you'll end up?" uhhhhh can't you take a hint? i don't freaking know. (i never mean this in a rude way but i'm stressed out and sleep deprived and trying not to cry for the entirety of this conversation so cut me some slack ok). i could end up anywhere from manhattan to new orleans, from los angeles to nashville.
for those of you in college or maybe have already graduated, how did you deal with the toxic cocktail of two parts anxiety and one part senioritis? i need all the happy thoughts i can get.
if you need me, i'll be in the library.
documenting the fun years.