My Trip On North Carolina State University - 1107 Words

As I sat in the passenger seat of a truck that usually brought me so much joy, I was overcome with sadness. North Carolina State University was the destination, and in the eyes of my family, it was the best day of my life. The tour was booked months in advance, and the most dreaded day in the summer before my senior year had finally arrived. Instead of the usual conversation with my grandpa, the three and a half hour drive from Whiteville, North Carolina to Raleigh was filled with an emptiness, as we sat in silence. I received many sweet good luck texts and smiley faces from my mom and aunts. I knew they were only being so nice because I was exactly where they wanted me, which filled me with so much confusion. I was frustrated with my†¦show more content†¦Ã¢â‚¬Å"You have to do what’s best for you, and follow where God leads you, but I’ll miss you so much† he would say to me each time I brought it up. I would sit on a stool beside his recliner, and hold hi s hand in silence as I pondered the idea of moving. It was a hard decision for me, because, at the time I didn’t even have an idea for college. All I knew was that I wanted to move. I had a yearning in my heart to be in a bigger city. Being blinded by opportunity, made it seem that everyone else only saw the bad. During the second half of my senior year, I was living life as an early graduate. I had completed everything I needed for my diploma, and I was saving up tips while working at a local Mexican restaurant. It was there that I discovered my passion for not only the Spanish language, but also hospitality. I began to discover a possible idea for my future. It was also there that I received a text saying my decision letter from NC state had arrived. Bored from the lack of guests and the dreadfully slow lunch shift, I decided to act over joyed so my manager would let me go home. â€Å"Good luck, chaleca!† Adam, my manager yelled to me. It’s funny because Chaleca is the Spanish word for vest. I never knew why that was his nickname of choice for everyone. When I arrived home, I decided to open the letter quietly before my mother noticed I was in the door. As I wished, it was a denial letter. My mom came running in, and when I told her the news, she recommended I go to the