The ups and downs of the college process
Yes, I know. All of us seniors are sick of talking about college, sick of reading about college, sick of THINKING about college. So hopefully every senior just reads the headline and moves on. I just need to get this stuff off my chest.
For the past couple of weeks I have been on edge constantly, waiting for those college decision letters. The first news I got was bad. That got me worried. What if I didn’t get into college at all? What if I was forced to attend Parkland College, major in welding, and spend the rest of my life building bicycle parts in Wyoming? What if my parents didn’t love me anymore? What if I died? (So it goes).
I spent the majority of my time cursing fate and beating my head against the wall to escape the futility of life. In the space of two days I became bitter, and refused to talk to the luckier of my classmates who were already admitted to the higher learning institution of their choice (the smarmy punks).
But today all of that changed. I got into another college! All at once I was floating on air, bemused and astonished by my own excellent fortune. Gosh, I must be smart. People must really like me. My future will be a shining beacon to all generations. As someone once said about a television news reporter whose last name was a shade of red: I’m the balls.
Talk about mood swings. Either I’m bipolar (it wouldn’t surprise me), or I’m deeply affected by stress. Either way, college sucks. Where’s that McDonald’s application form?
— Bethany Hutchens