I spent years of my life preparing for one moment. One admission. One acceptance. I worked…I slaved, but I lived too. I spent years for one moment. I spent years for a committee of strangers to look at me, all of me, laid out before them, plain as ink, bullet points and 12 point font. All to judge me. I spent years for strangers. I spent memories, I spent late nights, I spent happiness. I spent dates, and I spent love. When I was a little girl, I loved animals. When I grew up, I loved titles. All for strangers to decide my fate. So to that little girl, and all others…chose a different path, one less spent. and stay away from titles.
titles and statistics.