College has always been an end goal for me that I was expected to reach by those around me. I’ve never been interested in college, even now, I don’t wish to go or find a need too, but anything to fulfill a parents expectations right? High school graduation means close to nothing to me, it’s just going from one hell to another. Once again I’ll have to find friends that I feel comfortable enough with, once again I’ll have to make a strange place a place that I can call home, and once again I’ll have to wonder if all the stress and work is worth it in the first place.
Graduating high school, for others, I’d imagine, is like a milestone in their life. They’ve done it, they’ve passed high school and now they get to fulfill their dreams in college and go into student loan debt at the same time. I envy people who can look so happy as they throw their caps in the air and receive their diploma, since I’ve been dreading it for so long. I have an idea of how I want my life to be planned out, but I still dread the transition from high school to college. I’d like to say I can handle change well considering I’ve moved to a whole other country when I was four, but I’ve gotten comfortable in Vacaville. I know where everything is, and I know many people here, but that’ll all change once I head off to college.
It’s not all dread and doom though, cause even then, I am still a little excited. I want to experience new things that I can’t experience here in Vacaville. Well that’s a lie, I’ll probably be holed up in my dorm room, wondering if It’s okay to eat instant ramen for the third day in a row. I’d consider myself an ambivert, so I think I would try and go out and attend clubs and things, but my social battery also runs out really quickly, especially around strangers, so, who knows. In the end, graduation doesn’t mean much to me, it’s what comes after that does.
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