No Money In a Fish Bowl

I can't talk about college with anyone. I don't have money, my mom doesn't have the money. So what? Where do I go? I need to get away from this fish bowl of a city, which becomes entirely impossible because I don't have money. Why is it that money is the main thing that gets you places? There has to be another form of freedom. Things have been good lately, I've been happy, enjoying life, and doing well in school. But whenever I bring up college to my mom, the issue isn't settled, it's unsettled. No money. Can't help you. Won't happen. Not possible. What is perfectly possible is that I could very well go insane here. I love my friends, but I need to get out of the bowl, I'm drowning here, I want to flourish. I requested info from Le Cordon Bleu in San Francisco and got a call immediately from the guidance counselor. I told my mom and: No money. Can't help you. Won't happen. Not possible. There has to be a way. My sister's college education has thrown our family back $88k, all the money seems to have gone, and though I'm happy my sister is being educated, there seems to be none left for me. Today is a drowning day, the kind that drags you down and you have to tread water to find the light. My best friend told me today that she's dropping out of community college to get her "own place." She's planning to work full-time, and resume school later on. I ragged on the idea to my mom. I said "how ridiculous! How is she going to do that!?" Problem is, that I realize I want basically the same thing. Exception being that I would go to school, obtain roommates, and have a job all at once. I could do it. Tons of people do it. All I have is a savings account that will pay for most of a community college, that's what I have. Truth is that I'm terrified. I can't imagine having to live here for another four years, I can't imagine going to a community college too close to home. I need to breath, but it's a drowning day. There isn't any money left for me to get away, but I'm not sure that will stop me. I don't want to burden my mom with another college education to fuel, but I have to talk about it without arguing with her. She believes my "moving-away" aspirations are childish and not well thought out. I think about it all the time though. I feel like crying, but I don't want that weakness because it means I'm defeated. It's a drowning day. Wake me up to the  vastness of the ocean.