Harvard. An ivy league school full of students with bright futures. A school full of hope. A school full of new opportunities waiting around every corner. A place where only the smartest kids attend.
So, why the hell am I here?
Yes, I got into Harvard and yes, I got a full scholarship but I don't feel like I belong. People walking around with blazers and pantsuits and shirts with lots of books on their hips or pressed against their chests. Stupid regal professors.
Maybe, Harvard is too much for me to handle. Maybe, I should just quit now instead of later. There's always community college. But, I can't. I don't want to be that girl that, because she doesn't have a mom or support from her dad, ducks at every challenge thrown at her. And I definetly don't want to end up like my dad: half-time drunk half-time sleeper. If I'm going to do this I have to do this my way. It's the only way.
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