It was senior year and my friends and I were living it up. We weren’t necessarily the popular kids or the jocks, but we were ourselves. We didn’t go around and pretend to be someone we weren’t or try and be two-faced. We just went out and tried to have fun and have some good laughs along the way.
Senior year is all about what schools you want to go to and where you will actually get in. It is extremely stressful and scary all at the same time. You have already visited the school you like, or see yourself going to. You are ready to start the long and fraughstraiting application process.
Once we finally made it to winter break we all felt ready for a break and exhausted from school. But that didn’t matter that we were tired and needed more sleep. You don’t get to look forward to just sitting at home in front of the fireplace, decorating the house, and watching the TV. You get to write papers and essays for different college applications.
All my friends knew where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do. I just knew that I wanted to go to college to get a good education which will hopefully make me have a better future. I was looking into different majors at all the school I was applying to. I couldn’t decide. Did I want to go into events management? Could I see myself really working in an office as an accountant? I had no clue what I wanted to do, and at the age of eighteen know one does.
I started to narrow down my college list. Applications are expensive and there is no point in applying to ten different schools when you can only go to one at a time. I was looking at three schools; George Mason University, Virginia Tech, and James Madison University. All three great school in Virginia and all not too far from home.
After the grueling application process I was finally done. It had taken a long time but I felt like all my essays were perfect. It felt as though I answered all the random questions and was ready to submit it. I was just ready to be...