An Education

If only I could tell tell the tales of my travels through Europe, my education at Oxford University, and how I met a group of fabulously grandeur people who showed me a life embedded with diamonds. But alas, I cannot tell those tales because they would be lies,pulled from the storyline of a movie.
All of my closest friends have been accepted to the best schools in the country, some even outside of the country. They've held their letters of acceptance high and proud, posted the good news on facebook, and modestly brought it up in conversation. They've cried and cursed over the rejections from their "tops" that were "absolutely crazy" to reject them.My support and congratulatory blessings have been unending and true, but alas, I have been accepted to what is seen as the lowest point of educational institutions...Saddleback. I haven't let the snobbery that comes from my fellow peers get to me too much. I fight for it, claiming the facts: I will save bundles of money, I will get my general ed out of the way so I can transfer confident in my college experience, and i will have found myself in age. How I wish I could afford to go off to college right after graduation. I do, I would will it if it were possible, but that's not the reality of my world. For so many of my Senior peers, their lives are going to take off as of June 22, they'll go to Boston, New York, Arizona, San Diego, San Francisco, Pennsylvania etc... I will remain here, loving the simplicity of my "beginners" college life. I have to love it, and i think it's like that thing they say: The more you smile, the more likely it is that you'll actually feel happy.
I've congratulated people who have put me down in the greatest ways, hoping that they'll somehow understand that things don't change, people aren't made better, and people aren't made smarter by putting those around them down. I'm so excited for the future. I feel this essence of excitement and terrifying newness all around me. today I felt like crying over it for the first time. Reading over the news feed on facebook, I realized how many people are going away, somewhere else. People who say good morning to me every morning, people who text me to see where I am, people who sit next to me in class...they'll be gone. And I'm so proud of these people, so proud to be in their company. So proud that my friends are so bright and that they are going places they never imagined. One of my closest friends promised she'd help me to get to San Francisco, even though she'll probably move to Boston for school. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love for her, because she's the only one who's promised me she'd help me get somewhere. Even  if it isn't so, her willingness to pull me out of my small fish bowl of a beach city was touching. I will move to San Francisco someday...and buy that little apartment with the Italian Greyhound. I'll attend SFSU and live independently a life that is all my own.