After the most anticipated topic has been talked about and talked about, over and over again in circles, I have finally come up with a conclusion. Yes, that's right, after countless entries, ranting and raving about the college search, weighing out the pros and the cons to every single aspect of my future college carreer, I've made a decision. And It's no surprise that some sort of a bazaar circumstance would make my decision. It's no surprise that my final turn out would play out like this.
I came home, of course scurrying to my mailbox, hoping to find my last letter of acceptance, to Pace University, or my Financial Aid reports and Scholarship Awards. I grab the mail, dropped a few letters on the floor, along with the Pennysaver and some bills, even the stupid absence list from good old Centereach High School, where "big brother " tells my parents every single absence I've been recorded to have, which, by the way, add today to my list; just didn't feel like going, and besides I was planning to miss next Wednesday for Manhattan College Accepted Students Day, but there will be no need for that.
Anyway, In the mail, I find a letter from Manhattan College and an invitation from Pace University. I found it funny that Pace would send me an Invitation to their "Accepted Student Day" without sending me an acceptance letter. I suppose it got lost in the mail somehow. But that does confirm that I have indeed been accepted to each of the 6 colleges in which I applied. Afterwards, I opened the letter from Manhattan College post marked for March 15. Of course it's a letter informing me that my FAFSA is "incomplete or incorrect" and I should call their Financial Aid Admissions office to fix it and be awarded Aid. My mother called, because we both knew of the circumstances in which my FAFSA had been screwed up, first by way of "pin number" which I had never received from them, then by the second paper FAFSA sent in, then filling out another one, so we knew the FAFSA situation all too well. Basically the woman at Manhattan College blew off my mom telling her that it was too late for us; their deadline was March 1st. We didn't care anyway anymore; besides obviously the woman was just too lazy to help us, or else the Dean of Admissions would have never sent us that letter on March 15 telling us to call and fix the situation.
I've been thinking about it. Am I really ready to go away to college? Of course the idea of living in the city, having freedom, dorming, all of that, seems so exciting, so glamorous. But after the excitement wears off and the glamour fades, the reality kicks in. Can I really be away from my family? Am i really going to be able to live on my own? I don't even do my own laundry! Do I really want to deal with drunken kids at 3 in the morning, dirty dorm rooms and showering with flip flops on in a communal shower? Well since I am so indecisive about this, and about everything else important in my life, my decision was made for me, almost.
Yeah. I liked Stony Brook, honestly. It was nice, it's big, and there are a TON of people there. Tons of clubs, organizations, activities. Stuff to do. And I will get a car, and now I can possibly go to Ireland with my family.
It's funny that the decision would be made, as Sabila put it, "just like that". I was so 'gung ho' for going away. I was all excited and everything. But there are as many downsides to being away, as there are many upsides to being home. I'm sure I will like Stony Brook, and If not, I will make the best of it. I hope everyone else starts to figure out where they are going too, relieve us of the stress!! I feel really good, and I do not feel like I am making a mistake. In the big picture, on a grand scale, I am not surprised that I will be going to Stony brook as I had originally planned...