I'm sitting in a corner listening to people around me dream about what they want to do in college: "I want to get a boyfriend in college, I want to live in a dorm, I want to work as a student in college, I want to get into a university." HAHAHAHAHA, I had that dream too, but that was two months ago, before my father told me that he couldn't afford to send me to college and that I would have to take time off, and before that college entrance exam revealed that I hadn't passed the course I wanted to take. Yes, prior to that, I felt like announcing to the world that I would succeed, But at this point in my life, I'm not sure what to do, how to feel, or what to expect. Perhaps my plan is too big for someone like me, or it's not for me, but one thing is for sure—I've promised myself that I will never stop dreaming and working toward my goals because I firmly believe that even if the world did not want me to have what I want, I would nonetheless because I have faith in my heavenly father and in myself, and that he will work things out in perfect timing.
