Way back in the beginning of summer, I was trying to cancel an application for this magnet school that I “accidentally” accepted towards since I was, apparently, loopy that day and I had no idea what my future was going to behold from such a decision my Dad helped me with. Really, it was a horrible decision, since we didn’t consult the other parental figure in the family: THE MOTHER. This had definitely caused some raucous and thrown vegetables in the house. Let me go more in depth:

You see, I applied to this magnet school downtown of my city. It’s an International Baccalaureate program, and my father was proud of such a “comprehensive” decision. It was a great, smart school indeed. Yet, it was in the “down town” region, also known as the biased “ghetto” region. My Mom wasn’t really into this idea of it being “downtown” and what not, and so that left with a fairly angry mother persisting me to cancel from the program. She doesn’t find the bus transportation suitabe for me -_-” I called. I canceled. It’s all good, right?

Yet, that wasn’t so. The very magnet school sent me a confirmation letter concerning the school’s orientation, where we get to meet teachers, classrooms, clubs, etc. I was furious. After having 2 months of letting the fact that I’m going to attend my normal, zoned high school sink in… this little letter ignited a bomb. I mean, I had my mind set on attending my zoned high school near by for a whole 2 months. And this very letter switched up the railroad paths just like that.

I was supposed to come to this decision months ago. This is what procrastination does to people. Yet, I’m still debating whether I should accept or decline my application. I mean, it’s a astounding program, in a bad area. I don’t mind getting on the bus and hitting the highway. Plus, it’d be awesome to meet new people. Yet, my zoned high school has the majority of my middle school friends, it’s only 5 minutes near by, and I obliged to attend. I’m so hopeless -__-”