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12-04-01 - 10:29 p.m. I don't want to go. No. I don't. I think it's a bad idea. I'm feeling this constant premonition that something's going to go horribly wrong. I was telling Sharon earlier that I keep going back and forth on the whole Harvard issue. She made me weigh the pros and cons, the reasons why I want to go and why I don't. A peek into the lists I came up with: PROs CONs The biggest reason I was excited about being accepted to Ivy League schools was the feeling of accomplishment I experienced. I felt like I had finally earned something (my acceptance letters) I could use to garner some pride and respect from my biological parents. I did show them both my acceptance letter (I plastered a hundred or so copies to Brent's car) but it didn't get me what I wanted. They both came over to see me, and though I thought for a nanosecond it was to say "Good job," I was to find out that Ann wanted money and Brent wanted...well, I didn't stay long enough to find out. Bryan doesn't want me to go, though I think that's mostly because I only make him pay half of what he should be paying for rent. Flustered=me. I guess if I'm not sure, I should cancel my flight plans and burn War & Peace and wait until I'm 100% positive what to do. In the meantime, I can get over this pathetic pride thing of mine and take some classes at a community college to keep my brain from atrophy. Looking forward to Tahoe...I have not been to Tahoe in years. Maybe we'll stop in San Francisco because I love it there and would live there if I had been born there.
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