I just had a nice little chat with my family.
It is true, they even said it. They thought I was JOKING when I said I was going to Oregon!
I’m going to let you in on a little secret, family: I am going.
You clearly don’t believe in me, you even said it to me ten minutes ago. You laughed! With such … condescending disbelief. Why the fuck would a middle-class girl like myself even think that I would be leaving for college in the next “5 years”?
What a fucking joke! Believe me, I’ve thought long and hard about how the hell I’m going to pay for college. I don’t give a flying fuck about having to confront my social anxiety if it means Oregon is in the picture.
It all comes down to money. And the fact that my family doesn’t think I’ll ever, EVER go to Oregon is just fuel to my drive.
It all comes down to money.
Money!
This leaves me only once choice: If I can’t save up enough, if I don’t get any scholarships, if I don’t win any poetry contests, and if I can’t get any loans or money from relatives for college expenses, there’s just one sane option left:
I have to publish a book. A damn amazing book.
Oh, so you’re laughing too?
I have no doubt in my mind I could get published. Every time I walk into a library, I look at shelves with thousands of authors. 50% of them are crap, 10% are just lucky, 35% have good connections, and that last tiny 5%?
That’s where I fall in. These are the legendary writers. These are the good stories.
And that five percent is where I’m putting my hopes and dreams on the line for college.
Unless, you know, I come into a ridiculously large sum of money. Like 30k or more. 6 months ago