The Follow Through “How could you have messed up so badly?” My mother’s words rang in my ears. “How could you have done this? You told me everything was fine!” After all those awful months, all the work, it was all for nothing. I wasn’t going to Berklee anymore.
I had originally auditioned back in February of 2014, hoping I would be starting school in the fall of the same year. When I got my acceptance letter, I was ecstatic. Happy as I may have been, I decided I would postpone my acceptance to the spring semester so that I would have time to work and save up some money to help my parents with the financial burden that was sending me to college in the United States. I got a job as a bus boy at a restaurant where I averaged sixty hours
I had originally auditioned back in February of 2014, hoping I would be starting school in the fall of the same year. When I got my acceptance letter, I was ecstatic. Happy as I may have been, I decided I would postpone my acceptance to the spring semester so that I would have time to work and save up some money to help my parents with the financial burden that was sending me to college in the United States. I got a job as a bus boy at a restaurant where I averaged sixty hours