Lawrence, Kansas is where it all started. Noelle Coleman had a dream to change the world, to help the people the universe couldn't bother with. It sparked with her father's death and her best friend. He was taken away from her without any hope for a...
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- - - 10 Years Later...
Education. Until you reach the highly anticipated age of 18, it destroys your life. Every bit of everything you do revolves around grades, high honors, and pleasing your family's expectations of a good student. Once that miserable 4 years of high school has ended you're free to chase your wildest desires. That is, unless you dream of a successful life. Schooling will overpower everything for many more years.
That's exactly where I wanted to be. In the quiet of the library, that's what I call peace. The exhilaration of the classroom, that's what I call home. Every aspect of my life for 10 years was drowned in work. Many thought I was slowly dripping into insanity, but for as long as I can remember I've loved school. I lived for pursuing one's best efforts and bringing out the brightest in people. My friend, Charity, always said I would do great things with my outlook on life. That's exactly what I planned to do.
Passion; a strong emotion that is barely controllable. Passion drives the very soul of every being. The passion to be great, the passion to do something incredible, or even passion to eat because your simply hungry.
Helping people was my passion. The way to do that, in the most professional way I could, was becoming a lawyer. Everyday people are put into court for believing in things that others find different.
I wanted to change that.
I wanted to change the world one misguided person at a time.
I applied for many colleges everywhere across America. From Massachusetts to California, all the schools that could help me become something incredible got my records. I was sure I could reshape the world; many people have succeeded in it before. From Martin Luther King Jr, Ghandi, and Malala to a simple girl from Lawrence, Kansas, anyone can attempt to live a dream.
"Darling, mail's here." Mom screamed from downstairs, country voice humming like a tune.
My torn up sneakers bounced off the polished staircase, my petite self swinging into the living room like a bullet. My mom stood there, pile of letters in her soft hands, a mischievous grin plastered across her face. Her graceful features never formed that smirk before, so I was slightly concerned.
"Can I see?" I questioned, eyes darting from her face to the possibility of my future in her palms. Hands behind my back, I rocked back and forth on my toes with a wide smile on my lips.
She nodded gently and handed me the pile. Quickly, I sat down on the worn red sofa, placing letters down as I went as to not distract me. Finally, a simple envelope labeled Stanford University in the far left corner caught my baby blues.
All the other news dropped from my fingertips as I gasped. Stanford; the first school I wrote. It could've been a declination as well and acceptance, but I'd rather hope for the best. Feebly, my fingers broke open the seal at the back of the envelope, my heart racing. My eyes watered as I took out the letter that would possibly determine the rest of my life. The ink stained the paper in neat curves, every letter swooping with promise.
