The last payment was paid out to the university. Jon was having a fit that even I couldn't look away but stay quiet. He wanted me to go to college and that's what I did. The only thing is, I applied late and had fees to my name. At the last minute, the assistant assigned me to two early classes in mid-July. These were mandatory in order to get into the university, she had said. However, I was worried about my ability to handle the workload and maintain good grades. If I failed below a C, I would be moved straight to a community college and have to start over as a transfer student.
Jon had always resented the responsibilities that were placed on him, especially at such a young age. The weight of taking care of his mother in the hospital and his grandmother had been difficult for him to bear. Jon had always wanted to leave the house and live independently, but due to his father's actions, he was forced to come back and take care of the family. However, as he grew older, he realized the importance of his role and stepped up to become a better person and a responsible authority figure.
"So, is it done?" I asked as I walked up behind him and peered at the computer screen.
Signing For School
"What?" he replied, clearly focused on his work.
"The payments and the application. Are they finished?"
He let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, Michelle, it's done. And all the necessary paperwork and payments have been taken care of."
He stood up from his chair and turned to face me.
"Are you mad?" I asked, sensing his frustration.
He let out another sigh, but this time it was one of relief. "No, not really. Maybe just a little stressed."
I know its not something my brother wanted to do but it had to be done because in three weeks I would moving all of my stuff into an cheap apartment. His budget was tight and working at the law firm was something new to him. Along with having to pay for a coworker to stay on task with working along the boss. It just didn't sit well with me. Like he said, stay out of his business and let him handle that life he choose.
"Hey," I said as I crunched on a cereal bar, trying not to bother Jon who was busy with paperwork. "Do you think moving is going to take all day?" He shook his head, not really paying attention to what I was saying. I started to move around him, feeling anxious about going to new place.
I decided to let Jon focus on his work and went to my bedroom, knowing that it would soon no longer be mine. Moving may be a hassle, but it something to look forward too.
Set aside the life I would be living in the university, I was scared at the thought of looking for a major. I ran into this university and thought it might not be the one for me. I worried that it would be a party school, but it was better than having no options.
Thankfully, I found my major: Business Administration.
As I look back at the university's website, Arigcultural and Technical University had form around being an HBCU 50 percent of school fill with minorities.
I tossed the last crumbs of my cereal bar into the trash and collapsed onto my bed.
I closed my eyes.
It was a bittersweet moment as we all gathered for the last class of the summer. We shared our experiences and memories, and there was a sense of relief and excitement as we prepared to leave our small town behind. While many of my classmates seemed to have everything figured out and were moving on to bigger and better things, I couldn't help but feel anxious about my own future. I had struggled to pass the exam for acceptance and now I was headed to cram school, worried that I would fall behind my friends.
12:45 PM
Sleep is a mysterious journey that takes us to a dream world unlike any other. In our dreams, we can experience a reality that is far from our waking life, and it allows us to tap into our true selves.
As I sat there, my eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit room. Chains clanked and rattled as they were dragged across the floor, the sound echoing off the walls. Across from me sat a woman with dark copper hair, her head slumped forward in a deep sleep.
"Ah!" I couldn't speak.
Suddenly, a man appeared from behind the chair, a sly smile on his face. "Don't worry," he said, lifting his left arm and placing the other on the chair's knob. "This book will be your entry into a whole new world, once she wakes up. Your life will begin."
With that, the room fell into pitch blackness.
5 days Left
Ring Ring.
"I got it." I ran towards the phone. "Hello, this is Watford Residents"
"Mrs. Watford, is this the student I'm speaking with." The voice on the other end of the phone asked. I froze, feeling a knot form in my stomach.
"Um, oh yeah." I stammered, not wanting to admit it.
"Well, I heard you fail your entrance exam to Unive…"
"Hold on," I interrupted "I'm, afraid yes." I felt my heart sinking.
I had a terrible feeling that I wouldn't get into Uni and I was dying to beside one of my friend from Riverside. She was already accepted."Hello…" drift off, lost in thought for second.
"Ma'am?"
"Sorry I heard you."
"Don't be discourage, but we have a solution for you. We thought maybe you come to our cram school on the east side of A&T State University. It just was just being built."
"What do you mean?" I ask, confused but hopeful at the prospect of finally getting out of this place. "On the east side? I didn't know. What do I have to do?"
"All you have to do continue with the two classes being resign to you. Oh, look here…I see we can also put you in a dorm. If you would like as well."
I jump up. "How much that be!?"
"If you're financial aid covers it, then I wouldn't—its at no cost."
"YES."
"You have a great rest of your day. Thank You." The voice on the other end of the line says, before hanging up.
3 days Left
As I stood in the convenience store, I couldn't help but wonder if choosing a school to attend was the right decision. I shook the bag of sweet buns on the shelf, trying to distract myself from my doubts. "I don't know," I muttered to myself, turning the bag to look at the barcode label.
There were so many options in this store, it was overwhelming. Suddenly, I overheard a conversation between a customer and someone young.
"Hey, did you hear about the singer who hasn't put a single out yet?" I couldn't help but eavesdrop, curious about this news.
"Lao? You mean the cute guy, who DJnet put out?" the customer replied.
"Last bit of tickets go on sale this Friday." I quickly pulled out my phone and searched for his name on Moogle.
"Woah, I guess he is cute," I said out loud, scrolling through countless pictures and information about this new singer in town.The more I read about him, the more I was drawn to his music. I couldn't resist the urge to buy a ticket for his upcoming concert. As I walked out of the store with my sweet bun and concert ticket in mind, I couldn't help but feel excited for the new experience ahead. Maybe choosing to attend this school was the right decision after all.