D. C. Southwick

So the end of last week we met with our counsellors to talk about what should be happening in ours lives as seniors. We are to be writing our admissions essays and filling out applications right now, and should have them all sent away by thanksgiving. Some of my classmates had no problems with, as they already knew where they are headed, yet I, not having the slightest idea what I am doing, was shocked. It seems like school just started a couple weeks ago, and already we are making descisions for where we will be going next fall. They also talked about scholarships, and how to apply. Being the single white male from a family of two employed* parents – I spaced out during that speech, as I have no chance of any fiscal support. It looks like student loans for me. Ugh.
School is different as well. It seems so weird looking back; watching how the underclassmen behave, I am glad I am not how I used to be. Its amazing how you are looked up to for advice and knowledge; just as you behaved oh so not-too-long-ago. Classes are hard. Anything less on my schedule and I would sluff off.
As of right now, I am looking into premed schools. As much as I dread watching myself write this, I will probably end up at Iowa my first year. At least until I get my feet under me and figure out what the hell I’m really doing. God I hate conformity. Public Schools really are killing personality.