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By Jon Date: 2003 Feb 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.11.21.39.28139]] |
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I spent half a year in Washington and all I had to show for it were a few college course credits and a new jaded outlook on life. It's not so hard telling someone about how your heart was broken the first time. But having to tell your family and friends the same sad story, just kind of reminds you of the failure. The deception. I wish I could have gathered everyone I knew into a conference room and told them all the gory details in one hugh show of my own imagined drama filled sadness. The University of Southern California wouldn't let me in, so, for the hell of it or maybe just for the kicks I applied to UCLA. To my surprise, I got in. When I first walked into my dorm room I remember wanting to cry. I don't really know why even up to this day. Maybe it was growing pains, or maybe I just missed Stacey, whatever the reason I braced myself for a new semester. A new start. Another chance. What that "chance" was I had no idea. As my father told me before my highschool graduation, "Jon, once you find out what your chance is...take it." Words of wisdom or just bullshiting, I'd find out soon enough. |