Making It MY School
Her original plans altered, Victoria finds happiness at her safety school
BY VICTORIA SADLER, University of Texas
Six months ago, I was destined to attend a top notch East Coast University.
During high school, I spent several Saturday nights at my desk writing English
papers, which were preceded by “fun-filled” days of History reading and cramming
for the three tests my teachers was to give on Monday. If my life had consisted
of only schoolwork, then perhaps I wouldn’t have had to schedule sleep time into
my weekly calendar.
School was not my life, but instead merely a tiny facet of it. Tossing in a
couple of handfuls of extracurriculars, friends and relationships, I never got
eight hours of sleep a night. To me, it was all worth it. You see, I was doing
everything necessary to get into any college I desired, according to all of the
“So You’re Going to College” books I somehow managed to have time to read. I
would be fulfilling all of my dreams within a matter of months.
A change of plans.
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