It is April of my senior year of high school and the
pressure to decide was overwhelming. My mom was pushing for the University of
Arkansas but I wanted nothing to do with the place at that time, Missouri State
was looking much more appealing to me but, when it comes down to it I knew I
would have to go to the school that was offering me the most money. The more
money they gave me, the less debt I would have upon my college graduation and
for an 18 year old kid that wasn’t exactly my thought process but for my
parents it most definitely was and I am grateful for that decision today as I
write this story of my life. I’m not going to lie, I still fought tooth and
nails not to have to go to that “awful” place but in the end the decision was
made on the last possible date for acceptance of scholarships and enrollment. I
remember feeling destroyed on that day, I don’t know if my constant fighting
was really because I just didn’t want to belong in Arkansas or maybe I just
didn’t want to face some of the things I would face when I went down there.
Reflecting back on that day, I was not happy with that decision then, I am more
than happy now though that the decision to attend the U of A was made for me.
My experience at the University was one that I never could have expected. I
made the best of friends while I was there and we share many found memories.
Many of which are written in the following pages, detailing our escapades as we
developed into strong, young women who achieved all of our dreams.
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