Dad slides it back to me. “If this is your decision, we support you wherever you want to go.”
I’m taken aback, half expecting him to give me statistics on the four I’ve narrowed it down to. That’s even if I get in, still another hurdle to jump over.
“But the dates?”
“We’ll be there no matter what.”
That day changed everything. I found myself excited to visit each campus, and eager to learn about the history and culture. I still have no idea what I want to major in, but like a good friend once told me, it’ll all just fall into place.
When I get my first official email to attend an interview with the Dean of admissions, I jump in joy. Excited about this new adventure.
With my phone in hand, I go to call my parents but notice a red notification on my calendar. The last few days have been chaotic, meaning I haven’t had a chance to catch up on anything on my phone or even respond to anyone.
I click on the app, but then my mouth falls open as my limbs turn numb.
Period overdue…