Dear Sister,
As it happens at the end of every high school time, it becomes that time that we’ve been preparing for since they sent us to kindergarten with pack lunches. It’s time to leave, to leave childhood behind, and go to college. When your parents kick you out of the nest, and you have to make all of your own decisions. Every since I was eleven, I dreamed of college. I wanted to go to an Ivy League on the east coast. As I grew up, I still wanted this. When we started high school, it was all we thought about. If I don’t get straight A’s, I won’t go to college. If I don’t take all AP’s, I won’t go to college. If I don’t volunteer and get my Gold Award, I won’t go to college. College, college, college. It seemed like an excuse parents used to let us be miserable. It’s okay to be miserable now, one day, you’ll go to college and it will be paradise. For me, college was like the end, like death. I did not know what would come after graduation. It was just the end, as far as my mind could look forward.
And then, it happened. I graduated. With my fifty other classmates, who I had only known two years, we graduated. No longer did we have to go to school everyday, no longer did we have to do anything. After graduation, and graduation dinner- my family and I went to Umami Burger [I had been reading so many articles about it and had to go! Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore had their first date there!]. Haley came over after – my best friend. It was nice, but sad. No big graduation party that evening, just us two, like we had transferred- hoping for a complete change of life. It was summer, finally, and I was leaving for university in Scotland, and she was leaving for university in North Carolina. We were finally leaving California like we had planned, like we had always dreamed of. We had both lived in California – no, in Los Angeles, our entire lives, I had escaped for two years to live in London.
The summer passed quickly, with adventures, and traveling – I went to the London Olympics! But then it was time, to say goodbye to home, and to childhood. All my life, I had wanted change. I wanted myself to change; I wanted my life to change. And now it was.
Yours will too.
Love,
Sammy
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