The American College Dream

I made it!

I'm in!

 

Eighteen and the best. 

Eighteen and accepted. 

Eighteen and ready to be great.

The biggest fish of its niche swimming into the ocean.

 

I made it! 

I’m here.

 

The weight of possibility. 

The pain of insecurity. 

The structures unfamiliar. 

The pace—

 

I’m here. 

I can still—

There’s time?

If I just… I can’t.

 

Twenty, back home.

Back to the folds of an unwelcoming familiarity. 

A stifling corrective love from family. 

The well-meaning push into mental therapy. 

 

Twenty-two, diminished.

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