Once I had been home for a few weeks, I decided to go to Walla Walla and visit all of my high school friends, plus it was one of my closest friend’s birthday weekend, so we were going to celebrate. I had visited a few times during high school, but had never really enjoyed my time there, but most of that was circumstantial due to things happening in my personal life. I was determined to have a good time this weekend, plus I hadn’t seen my friends since Christmas break, so I was so excited to see everyone.
While I was there, I found an entirely different type of college experience. All of my high school friends had made a bunch of new friends. They were always in each other’s rooms, spending time together, going to parks, sharing clothes, and having fun together. I was not expecting that at all. My college experience was nothing like this, but I was happy to see them satisfied with their chosen school. Plus, it was refreshing to see that college wasn’t terrible for everyone.
Over the summer, I decided I wanted to do a semester abroad in England. In order to do this, I had to drop my honors program and do regular generals. The bad thing about this was that my only other friend was in the honors program, so I wouldn’t have any friends in my classes anymore. It was a tough choice to make, but I knew I would have an amazing time abroad during spring semester my sophomore year. Plus, one of my friends from high school was planning on going to the school in England as well, so I would be able to room with her and explore Europe by her side.
While I wasn’t excited for being back in Michigan for fall semester, I was super jazzed about going abroad for the spring, so it made up for it. I knew that it would be fine in the end, plus, I just wanted to travel. I would do anything to get out of Michigan.
I had a busy summer. I was working, helping out at home, and also trying to make time to spend with my high school friends, who, by then, had finally returned home for the summer. Finally, in my busy schedule, I had found time to fly down to Los Angeles and visit my aunt for the first time since my junior year of high school when we looked at colleges together.
At this point, I was supposed to return to Michigan in two weeks for school. That was when she asked me why I was going back at all if I didn’t want to go at all. My aunt had kept in contact with me though out my freshman year and she knew how hard it was on me, so when I told her I had a new plan and was going abroad, she was glad. She made a good point though, if I wasn’t happy, then why was I going back at all? Ironically, earlier that day I had a received an email from a school that I started applying to on a whim during fall semester when I was sure I was going to transfer, before I settled on just remaining where I was.
I mentioned the email to her, explaining how they said there were two days left before the application deadline. She encouraged me to apply, and to get out of the school that I wasn’t happy at. Just one problem–– I hadn’t even toured this school before, and I wasn’t sure I would like it. This school, Seattle University, was within an hour of my house, and located near the heart of Seattle.
She helped me finish my application the next day, and kept me on task while I made calls to the head of admissions and the photography department. It was nearing the weekend, and I needed to know if I was even accepted as soon as possible, especially since I needed to find out if I was going to be going back to Andrews to stay for the semester, or just to pick up my car and drive straight home. Luckily, the people at the school were super accommodating, and told me quickly that I was accepted, and I arranged a tour with the school and then the department afterwards.
Then came the hard part, telling my parents. They were very understanding and supportive, however I stressed my mom out since she was out of the country visiting family, and she was going to be gone and unable to help me for a while.
Once I knew I was accepted, I was sure I wanted to leave Andrews. While I didn’t know if I would be attending Seattle University in the fall or taking time off from school, I did know for sure I would not be attending Andrews. Luckily, I had a flight and bus ticket booked in order to get me back to where my car was already since I was planning on returning for school, but instead, I decided to pick up my car and all my stuff, and then drive back to Washington.
Luckily, my old roommate was able to join me on this expedition, and we drove from Indiana to Washington in three days. It was a wonderful adventure, and I am so thankful for everything that happened.
I was relieved to be home, but I didn’t know what I was going to do next. Where would I end up? Was Seattle University the answer? I had a lot of thinking to do.