Nothing in life is black and white, although it should be.
I visited some dreams schools the past few days and it seems that these fantasies of mine are slowly fading.
Everything is subjective. I have trouble finding the words to accurately articulate my irresolute feelings- so I hold back. I shouldn’t. I should let it all out. I wish to say what I mean though and so it becomes a challenge to mediate between the two.
I don’t like this ‘undeadjournal’ Halloween theme.
The University of Pennsylvania was beautiful. I felt like everyone looked down on me with disdain. Its not like the crowds of students knew who I was, where I came from, or if I was even a student, but I felt their gaze. Maybe I was projecting the way I would look on outsiders from their point of view. These people are brilliant. They comprised the top of the top. I decided that this was not where I wanted to be.
The next day I traveled to NYC to visit NYU. Beautiful. I could see myself there. The students are diverse and open. The city life is an expensive luxury. We’ll see how it all goes.
William Dare 