Do you give good news or bad news first? I tend to run all of mine together in the same sentence. As good of an idea as ripping off the band aid may be, I don’t like mine to hurt when I take them off.
I am an official college student that is currently over three thousand dollars in debt, but I already have twenty four concurrent credit hours, so I am almost a sophomore. See, doesn’t that take the blow of being in debt down some?
In all technicality I should only be a few hundred dollars in debt this first semester but my scholarships aren’t applied to my account yet. That’s still not counting books, but we (my grandparents and I) are certain that the first year is covered.
I don’t feel in limbo quite as much anymore now that I know my schedule. I am enrolled in three classes: a science, computer science, and math. The science is Biology and math is Applied Calculus for Life Sciences. They are all four hour classes, so I am a full time student.
A few days ago someone told me that I should have taken an extra class. They said if I had a bad grade it one I could drop, but still meet my hours for scholarships. Many people say eighteen credit hours is pushing it, but this advice came from someone who used to take at least twenty one hours. The logic makes sense, but I am not sure I could handle over six classes.
Its official and still sickening to know that in one month I will be moving into my dorm room. The sickening is in a good way, I think. Like I want to jump for joy that I am getting out of town. The longer I think the more terrified I become to leave my home of eighteen years.
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My initial thoughts on graduating high school.
People keep congratulating me and I don’t even know their names. I just nod and reply, “Thank You.” I’m not a talker and never have been, so they know I’m not trying to be short. Everything I own seems to have the numbers 2017 branded on them, and my grandmother keeps lugging more of it in by the day. I have a black dress, black shoes, and black cap and gown taunting me. Four days left. In four days I will hold a high school diploma in my hands. It’s so shocking I still can’t comprehend it.
A large part of me is ready. For the last week I have been out of school. I wake up, clean, watch Netflix, and around noon start running errands. Sometimes I feel productive, but a majority feels like I am just wasting time. There is a saying “the years pass like days and the days pass like years.” That’s how I feel now because it is already Thursday night, but it feels like a few hours ago I was just graduating sixth grade. After taking my last AP exam this afternoon, the day has dragged on forever. I can’t wait to go to sleep.
My life has to be at least as scattered as that paragraph above. I was suppose to discuss how sometimes I feel like a capable adult ready to take on the world. Instead I just bit the bullet and went straight onto my failures. Since yesterday morning I’ve been stuck in a fog as if my conscience is literally in the clouds. My thoughts swirling out of control, unable to catch up with reality.
I do not like change. Envisioning that in less than a month I will be registering for college classes located over two hours away from my home is terrifying. I am not ready to wash laundry all by myself. I do not want to buy my own shampoo. But I am ready to start college classes; I took four this year and was very thrilled with their outcomes. I am ready to manage my own money, my grandmother has taught me well. Although I am still almost four thousand short for my tuition the first year, and that makes me uneasy. This is my education. I don’t want to financially burden my family.
The nervousness sinks in when it comes to getting social and involved. I have social anxiety (although never officially diagnosed). The thought of walking up to people and uttering my name even makes me want to hyperventilate. I don’t mind being independent, I have always been that. I do mind getting out of my shell, but I won’t have any choice. I will not have family calling people for appointments or going to the bookstore to pay for classes. I have socially blossomed the last few years, but wondering how this transition will effect my anxiety gives me even more apprehension.
I try to keep all of these negativities off my mind. Maybe the reason I feel so out of it is because I spend all my time suppressing them. I like to be a happy person, being positive makes me happy. I have a drive. I will go to college. I will get a degree. I will have freinds. And, it will all be okay.