Dream College

Okay, I know this is my second post today, but I'm headed on vacation for a week in Nepal tomorrow, so I won't really have much time other than right now. I also know that both of today's posts are related to college, but hey, can you blame me? It's only the foremost thing on my mind.

So here's the deal. Ever since I was a little 4th grader in my tiny school uniform (yes, I did go to a prep school... which will remain anonymous) I've wanted to go UMich. It makes sense, right? Live in Michigan, go to school in Michigan, go to UMich... heck, most of my friends from that school are going either to Michigan or State. It's what makes most sense to us, or to me at least

Even in the almost-six years I've been living in India, I centered all my college plans around attending Michigan. But then came the bombshell... my dad moved away from Detroit and suddenly, my dream school wasn't practical anymore. Don't get me wrong, the college I'm going to is great. It's what's best for me, and I know it. After carefully deliberating the positives of following my old plan (before I moved) and my new one (that was formulated in freshman year of high school), I decided that my new plan is the one that suits this enhanced version of me better than the old one.

Accepting that I won't be going to my dream school is proving quite difficult. I can actually hardly sleep because of it! There's always that little nagging voice that's continuously questioning my decision and asking me why I've given up a dream. However, the reality is that that's now a dream in a dream and your dreams have to change with your reality.

I can suddenly sleep again, and I look forward to the fall with even more enthusiasm than I did before.

P.S. Quite an emotional post, I know. I promise, it won't happen again... or at least, too often. Be back soon, and I'll be full of stories from my week in Nepal!!!