A Tussle Between Feeling and Reasoning.

This is the first bit of free time I've had in ages (thanks to trips and summer plans and going out), but I feel this is is a long delayed post that I have to share.

Come to think of it, if I have thought it through a little bit more, I'd have gone to State U (not going into real names) instead of Blue School (Now this is getting really obvious.) For one, it's a lot cheaper . And, I find the campus really, really beautiful. Wilder, really. A lot more fascinating as compared to Blue School's impeccably manicured lawns and fenced-in surroundings.Thirdly, everyone from my grade school expects me to go to State U. They think I'm intelligent, you see. Fourthly, my parents have only allowed me to visit State U ..well.. just..not often. Lastly, almost all my really good friends and a large chunk of the people I know are going to State U.

It would break me to lose some of those friends due to busy schedules or increased awkardness or new friends or a lack of things to talk about, especially with my best friend. (Ugh, we're both going into supposedly some of the most difficult courses in our respective schools.) Trust me, a million scenarios/nightmares/worries have flitted through my head the past x months about being a.) forgotten b.) replaced c.) deemed unimportant. And the list goes on.

So really, what boils down to it is that I went with my gut feel (and heart) for choosing Blue School over State U. One, I actually do like the course I am going to despite the ginormous amounts of Math involved, Math being my Waterloo. Two, Introduction to Fiction, Introduction to Poetry, and Philo are all required in the school. Booyeah. Four. Three, I do need Theo classes. I love God, and I believe in him, but I think I do need to anchor my faith in Him a bit more. Fourthly, for some reason, my gut feel says I will turn out to be a better person if I go here. Fifthly, well, some friend of mine who just graduated college said, "Your real friends will be there no matter how often, or not often you'll see them. Think of it as a test of friendship."

So yes, for my freedom, I'll fight. For my grades, I'll work it out. For my friends, I'll always be there. Always.

Here's to going somewhere completely new, and hopefully staying there, for the next four years.

Number X of the things that make me abnormal.

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