Just seeing other kids from my school get into these made me feel inadequate.I felt limited in what my future was going to be like. “Can I really be anything?” “What even do I want to be?” It is hard to go down a path not even knowing where to start, that is what I was doing with college. This question came up in my mind so many times. It came to the point where whenever I did college-related things I would immediately feel stressed. I dreaded the question, “So where are you going to college and what are you going to major in?” Why did everyone have their life figured out but me? Though why was I supposed to have my life figured out by seventeen. UltimateIy, I was running from change. I didn’t want to feel like I was settling, but I made a plan that fell apart. I planned to leave the island. I got accepted into schools on the Mainland, but never enough money. Money had become the soul reason I couldn’t get away. If I had know I would have probably been selling cookies everyday of my life. Instead, I watched my friends leave the island and move on to new places. There I was finishing my TB tests for HPU. I felt stuck and angry at the world, my parents, and myself. I felt like this often, and was only making it worse by bottling up my
Just seeing other kids from my school get into these made me feel inadequate.I felt limited in what my future was going to be like. “Can I really be anything?” “What even do I want to be?” It is hard to go down a path not even knowing where to start, that is what I was doing with college. This question came up in my mind so many times. It came to the point where whenever I did college-related things I would immediately feel stressed. I dreaded the question, “So where are you going to college and what are you going to major in?” Why did everyone have their life figured out but me? Though why was I supposed to have my life figured out by seventeen. UltimateIy, I was running from change. I didn’t want to feel like I was settling, but I made a plan that fell apart. I planned to leave the island. I got accepted into schools on the Mainland, but never enough money. Money had become the soul reason I couldn’t get away. If I had know I would have probably been selling cookies everyday of my life. Instead, I watched my friends leave the island and move on to new places. There I was finishing my TB tests for HPU. I felt stuck and angry at the world, my parents, and myself. I felt like this often, and was only making it worse by bottling up my