It's Not as Bad as It Sounds I Swear
As of 5:30pm today, I am no longer a Columbia College Chicago student. Technically, I dropped out. This is a very bad sentence I never want to write ever again, and it is a sentence I never planned on writing. But I write a lot, so I was bound to write it at some point. Chicago is a cesspool of opportunities and inspiration, and I'd like to think I took advantage of that while I was there. But there's a lot there I wasn't expecting and wasn't ready to handle. When I moved to Illinois, I thought I'd be impervious to everything that happened back home. Like life would stop down south while I was away. It didn't. I had an uncle die during midterms and I didn't get to go back home for the funeral. It made me realize that I didn't have any grasp on the things I loved back home. They slipped out of my hands and I was too far away to do anything. I watched them fly away, left with nothing but memories and photographs. There was nothing tangible left. I ...