I'm
sitting in an almost empty terminal waiting to board a plane alone for the
first time in my life. It's nerve-wracking. All I can think is what if I board
the wrong plane? What if I get on the wrong shuttle and instead of ending up in
Fort Collins, I end up in Boulder? What if I go to this college preview and
discover that I hate the college I've been dreaming about since I was a
sophomore?
My brain keeps telling
my beating heart that there is no way I can board the wrong plane, and with the
detailed instructions on how to get to the shuttle I'll be fine. But what about
my college? I've been a California girl my entire life, and now I'm suddenly
packing up everything I think I can't live without, and shipping off to an
entirely new time zone not to mention state. And how on earth am I supposed to
afford the out of state tuition, even with the scholarships I've already
received?
The only thing I can
think of is all the advice I got while filling out college applications. My
family, my friends, and even my favorite teacher all told me the same thing:
stay in California.
