There is officially less than a month until graduation: 20 days to be exact. The past few months since my last “Memoirs” post have been nothing but a whirlwind of emotions and stress! I have spent the majority of my time going back and forth on my college decision–between Columbia College in Chicago and The American University of Paris–yes, THAT Paris. Like the one in France. Do I go with the school that has my dream academic curriculum? The one that would almost guarantee me Internships and a job after college? Or do I go with the experience that would last me a lifetime? And be able to live for a few years like some of my inspirations–Hemingway, Fitzgerald and their lost generation. And perhaps even get my masters in the same amount of time it takes one to get their bachelor’s degree? It’s experience versus practicality. Chicago would prepare me for a career in my dream field of the media and let’s not forget to mention that the school is in the city that my media dreams are centered around. Paris, however, would give me stories I could hold forever and later tell my children and grandchildren… I mean once you have Paris, you’ll ALWAYS have it. And if we learned anything from “The Hills”–you NEVER say no to Paris…..right?
A few nights ago, however, a bit of joy was injected into my stress filled life for it was SENIOR PROM! I had a many mishaps! Spending a hundred dollars on last minute errands the day before, having to totally redo my hair in about thirty minutes when a planned look went wrong, my on/off boyfriend (really on, he’s just stubborn) not being suited up until five minutes before we were supposed to leave… But then there were the positives! I had gotten a Marc Jacobs gown for a complete steal (127 dollars including tax); our dinner INCLUDING some absolutely FABULOUS desserts (bread pudding…mmm…) was paid for by said boyfriend’s parents. This prom, unlike last year when I kept to my group while on the dance floor, I really mingled around! I saw EVERY one of my friends and was able to talk and dance with them all throughout the night. And honestly, that was what was most important about that night–it was one of the last times the entire senior class would be in one place, altogether, having FUN and not at each other’s throats because of pointless drama and cliché “high school-ness”. At prom, everyone was friends, everyone smiled, and everyone laughed. If only people didn’t wait until the end of the year to do so.
Oh. And I was voted prom Queen!
So what’s next? It’s just a waiting game from here on out. The graduation announcements are being sent out, family members are sending money, I’m brainstorming ideas for the perfect summer before I leave for wherever I go, and still lying awake at night in a trance that is a mix of worry and excitement. The next article you’ll read from me will probably be after I graduate when I’m certain of where I’m going to end up come the fall, and will have my true realization of the end of high school. The end of an era. The end of life as I’ve forever known it, and the beginning of uncertainty and the excitement that lies ahead because of it.
In case you wanted to take a better look at my prom dress (without the sash), here it is: