Almost Up

Almost Up

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We all know the game. We either have played it, will play it in the future, or dropped out of it before it even began. One of the biggest hands that every person gambles. Whether you realize it or not, you're betting with high stakes. Now don't get me wrong, some kids do play it safe and choose an easy hand. Most don't even notice how high they have bet before its too late. Our generations plays, our parents have played, even our grandparents have played. Ladies and gentleman welcome to the hardest game you'll ever have to play: the college process-and what a game it is. Best of luck kids, I hope you're playing with a strong hand.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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