I'm supposed to go to college in the fall. I'm supposed to be excited right? To go to college, I need to take driving lessons and pass the driving test. I'm supposed to want to, right?
The fact is though, I don't want to take driving lessons and take the drivers test. The fact is, I'm not excited to go to college. It's the last thing I want to do. I mean, sure, I'd like to be able to drive and go down to the barn to see Mufasa, my horse, anytime I want to instead of relying on my dad to drive me, but that hasn't been enough to motivate me. Learning to drive and going to college is the last thing I want to do.
I could car pool, but I don't have any friends that are going to the college I am and I'd take the bus but apparently there isn't any public transportation that goes to my school.
The college is close enough to walk to, but all the roads I'd have to use are major ones and have no sidewalks. I'd be too afraid of getting run over. And the fact is, I couldn't care less about college. I mean, if you're going to go, shouldn't you at least want to go, especially if your going to spend money on tuition, or more accurately your parent's, regardless of financial aid.
My grandmother and my dad want me to go and would be beyond disappointed if I didn't. I don't want to do that to them, but I still haven't even sent in an application. I only have two weeks left to do it too.
I tried telling my grandmother I didn't want to go to college and, to use a cliche, she didn't even really hear me. It was like I was talking a foreign language and when I insisted, she started blaming other people, like they had told me I shouldn't go to college. It was like she couldn't even process that I might not want to go.
I don't know what I'm gonna do. All I do know is that I need to figure it out before the two weeks are up.