I spent the rest of the evening pouring over the college brochure, my mind racing with possibilities. I had always assumed that college was out of reach for me, that it was only for kids from wealthier families or those with perfect grades. But as I read through the brochure, I began to realize that there were options available to me.
The college, named Oakdale University, offered a range of scholarships and financial aid packages to help make tuition more affordable. They also had a strong support system in place for students who were the first in their families to attend college.
As I read, a glimmer of hope began to form in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, I could actually do this. Maybe I could escape the suffocating expectations of my family and forge a new path for myself.
I felt a surge of excitement and determination. I was going to apply to Oakdale University, no matter what it took. I was going to make a better life for myself, even if it meant leaving everything I knew behind.
The next morning, I woke up feeling more hopeful than I had in weeks. I got dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where my mom was already making breakfast.
"Hey, kiddo," she said, not looking up from the stove. "What's for breakfast?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to bring up the subject of college. But something about my newfound determination gave me the courage to speak up.
"Mom, can I talk to you about something?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
She turned off the stove and turned to face me, a look of curiosity on her face. "What is it?"
I took a deep breath and launched into my speech. "I've been thinking a lot about college, and I was wondering if we could talk about it. I know we've never really discussed it before, but I'm really interested in applying to Oakdale University."
My mom's expression changed from curiosity to surprise, and then to something that looked almost like disappointment.
"Oakdale University?" she repeated. "That's a really expensive school. Are you sure you can get in?"
I felt a familiar sting of doubt, but I pushed it aside. "I know it's a long shot, but I'm willing to try. And even if I don't get in, I want to at least try to make a better life for myself."
My mom sighed and turned back to the stove. "We'll talk about it later, okay? Your father and I need to discuss it."
I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. I was disappointed that my mom didn't seem more supportive, but I was also determined to make my dreams a reality.
As I headed off to school, I felt a sense of purpose that I hadn't felt in a long time. I was going to make this happen, no matter what it took.