By the time I was a freshman in high school, I was constantly being asked, “Where do you want to go to college?” “What do you want to major in?” “What career will you have?” At the time, it was exciting to think about the future and making all those “big kid” (emphasis added) decisions. At fourteen, I had all the answers they wanted to hear: attend Liberty University, major in psychology, and become a counselor—I had not yet decided which branch of counseling. Unsurprisingly, as I became more exposed to the real world, my hopes and dreams …show more content…
My dental hygienist, Vicki, was practically a second mother, as we had been regulars since I was young. She carried on our conversation from before as if six months hadn’t passed since our last visit. As I settled into the inviting leather chair, she asked the usual questions, “How was your summer?” “Do you still ride horses?” and so on. Then she asked THE question. “What college do you want to go to?” I squirmed in the chair that suddenly seemed less than welcoming. “I don’t know if I’m going to college,” I blurted out. Vicki laughed, as if I had said something humorous and retorted, “Of course, you’ll go to