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It was so happy, for a few moments. I had just been talking about how someone on CollegeConfidential had been accepted into Pomona already. I was breathless, running back to the car with the big envelope, ripping it open to reveal the folder covered in "YES YES YES YES" in all different fonts. All my stress that I should have taken AP Biology or AP Statistics or AP this-and-that, all my concerns about my grades, wrong. My top choice had said yes. Multiple times.
But you should have seen Mom's reaction to the financial aid letter, how she stared at it, silent. The woman in the $1.3 billion dollar house, who gets pedicures and facials on a weekly basis. Who spent three years worth of tuition on one year of her thus far totally unprofitable business.
She says she'll pay if I "really want to go."
Well, I do, but I'm not going to.
I wish I had never applied for that fucking scholarship. I like AU, but I loved Pomona.
But you should have seen Mom's reaction to the financial aid letter, how she stared at it, silent. The woman in the $1.3 billion dollar house, who gets pedicures and facials on a weekly basis. Who spent three years worth of tuition on one year of her thus far totally unprofitable business.
She says she'll pay if I "really want to go."
Well, I do, but I'm not going to.
I wish I had never applied for that fucking scholarship. I like AU, but I loved Pomona.