4 Years Ago
At 6:00 AM today, I got woken up by the sounds of my cats trying to jump off of my bed. And then in the attempt to fall back to my nightly rest again, I thought of the yearly essay I have to make, and I found myself thinking back to four years ago. Four years ago, it was the review season for the entrance tests to college. The summer that quite technically, marked the last and first times of everything. A final bow to high school. A ribbon to the future. An attempt to distract myself from being scared. It was an every day of being scared of the next day—of the pressure, of the unspoken obligation of getting into a good school, along with all the other implications that came with it. In each one of those review sessions, I had chosen to be alone—I’d take the train to North at half an hour past 6AM so I could mentally prepare during the walk of the remaining steps towards the top floor of the building. I would pass through a big Alcapone billboard along the skywalk where my phone could p...
