I remember the date of my first day of my senior year of high school, it was Tuesday September 1st, 2015. I was nervous for the next 9 months of absolute hell. I had no idea where I was going to end up/where my life was going and what I was going to do about college. I knew the AP courses I was going to take were going to be jokes. (Sorry to my AP teachers). I was a seventeen year old "scholar" who just wanted to get through the school year without any drama, trouble and of course; I avoided all my issues. I ate lunch that day in the hallway by myself, like always. Still nervous around everyone who I interact with, keeping mum about everything and anything. After spending three years at good old Waltham High School, you'd think I would become a social butterfly right? Well you're wrong. Fast forward to February 14, 2016. It was a late Sunday night just coming home from New York City, after eating a pack of (delicious) 18 Laduree Macarons, and alot of crying from previous events terrible that happened that following weekend. I got rejected from my other school I had applied to. Thus forcing me to go to Lahell college. (No typo there) Truth is, I wanted to end up at Lasell, to become a big fish in a little pond and thrive. I gave it a shot, and when I did I thought things were gonna look up for me. I found a new friends off the Lasell 2020 Facebook group and had a whole bunch of friends in fashion. But all of that backfired on me. But was I a big fish on campus?
You guessed it. I was a big fish in a little tank. I would not say "pond" for this particular situation. For at least 9 months of my life I was restricted with resources, I lost a lot of trust within humanity, I was neglected and left to fend for myself in this "little tank"
For once in my life I decided enough was enough. It was Christmas day, I started my application for Boston University. After writing sessions with my professor reviewing my essay and getting help from the tutoring center from a senior. After months of preparing to click "send" a month later, I got my acceptance packet and email.
Fast forward to the present. Which is now. It's Friday night and I'm exhausted. I just got back from my orientation from Boston University. I have to say that this was the best thing that has ever happened to me. From meeting countless people that have so many AMAZING things about this institution to transfer students greeting each other and making friends with one another. I love this school, and it is so near and dear to my heart.
When I was a young girl, I had no clue what was going on with my life or what was happening around me. I was clueless. My parents would always drive into Boston, so evidently we would have to pass Boston University. When I first saw Stu Vi 1 and 2, I was dazed and confused. I remember those buildings when they were being built. I never knew that I would even be a student at that place where I was looking out of my side window.
19 years later I have the City of Boston to enjoy furthermore, I am so unbelievably happy that BU will be my new home for the next (3) years of my life. (3) is a maybe. LOL