It’s high time I wrote about my college and future plans.
In my junior year I wanted nothing more than to become a professional makeup artist. I even knew the school I wanted to go to – it would take less than a year to complete. But, as it frequently tends to do, my mind completely changed over the summer. I decided I wanted nothing more than to be a writer. I have always loved to write – I even wrote small books when I was in elementary and middle school. So, as of write now, I would like nothing more than to be a fashion journalist, touring the world of style and writing about my discoveries.
Also over the summer, in about June or July, I fell in love with a college. So in October I visited, November I applied, December I was accepted. That’s it. I didn’t even fill out applications to other colleges. I was – am – finished until June when I complete the registration packet for my dream school. Oh, and if that isn’t strange enough, one of the first people I told at school, a friend of mine since ninth grade, answered with “Wow, I’m going there, too.” Have I entered the twilight zone? I think not. But it makes me wonder.