“What are you doing for the next two weeks of break, Charlotte?” I turned and asked her exactly one year ago.
“Just hearing back from colleges,” she answered with a knowing smile.
“Oh, cool,” I said back to her with a vague air of confusion. I knew I didn’t understand what it felt like to be in her place – sandwiched between youth and adulthood.
Two days ago I was getting my hair cut, and my barber asked me the same thing.
“Just hearing back from colleges,” I replied to him.
“No, I mean what are you physically doing?” he replied, frowning.
In the end I’ve been happy and sad and happy and sad and happy and sad and now I’m just sort of numb and sleepy. I have gotten so much contradictory feedback in such a short period of time that I’m really just confused. Being boiled into the mold of a yes or no feels taxing.
Did all my sleepless nights doing homework pay off? Will I be as happy as I thought I’d be? Would I do it differently if I had to do it all over again?