Apply to colleges. That’s the hardest part, and once it’s over all you have to do is wait. But then, maybe after a not-so-horrible-as-you-thought rejection letter (I think it’s just that awful word "rejection" that makes it seem like it’ll be so bad, but it’s really not; there are other colleges), you get accepted!
Then, all you have to do is choose. It’s great if you have one college that stands out (for me it was McGill University, which I highly recommend by the way!), but if you’re just sort of iffy on all of them, go visit.
I wanted to go to every college who sent me mail at first, but then I started going to these places. Some of them really were awesome, but most didn’t live up to my imaginings.
You just know when you like or don’t like a place, sort of like people. If you like a place you like it, if you don’t you don’t. That’s just me, though. I’m sure there are people whose tour guides were terrible, or who had the flu while they were first visiting someplace.
My tour of McGill was pretty bad, though. We went during the one week of summer when there are bees everywhere, and they just kept coming at me and my friend. We were hopping around, even running away occasionally, to avoid the belligerently buzzing bees, and it was a sweltering 90 degrees, but as we left I was like (and I swear I wasn’t being sarcastic), “Wow, I wanna go there!”Leaving family and friends
I’m still in high school as I write this, but now that I’m set to go somewhere, I have a much clearer view of what’s coming, which is wonderful and exhilarating. You feel like Buddha all the time, at peace with the universe and content.
So I’m totally thrilled because finally I see freedom, but my family, though they’re happy for me, see things differently. My mom insists that she’s going to check on me every two weeks (in Canada!), my dad’s figuring out Skype so we can talk all the time, and my younger sister (who has always been crazy about McGill) agrees with my mom’s crazy plans because that way she can practically live in her utopia.
My friends, who are mostly staying local (Northeastern, UMass Amherst, Boston College, Salem State, etc), say, “Sara, why do you want to go all the way to Canada?!” But I think it’ll be fine.
One of my best friends was also accepted to McGill, and Canadians are the nicest people in the world, so I’ll survive, and my family has plenty to do without me. Paradoxically, we’ll probably get even closer when I leave. When you’re with people all the time you sort of take them for granted, but then when you’re separated you realize how much you really depend on them.
And, as for my friends, there’s Facebook (I deactivated mine so I’m debating whether to reactivate it again or not; maybe I’ll just write letters) to keep us in touch until they come up to visit me in paradise.