baylor bound. class of 2012.

So I know where I’m going. Seriously. It seems all so surreal. I am going to Baylor. I’m so sure it’s where I am intended to be. My dad gave me a talk about how I should go to the college I want to go, without money being a factor. So I chose and here I am, Baylor Bound. I love saying that. This is the first part of my life that I got to chose what happened to me. Elementary, junior high, high school. They were all just the next step of my life. But this is the first one that was a choice. It’s so amazing to finally begin life where I start to take responsibility for my actions. All by myself. My decisions are mine. Not my mother’s or my father’s. I have signed up for many things with Baylor already. Spring Premiere Day, Orientation, and maybe Line Camp. You know, I used to think Baylor was a university reserved for upper middle class church-going conservative white girls, and their equally conservative male counterparts. Actually, I still think that. But I think I’ll find a place to fit in somewhere. I’m not white. I’m not upper middle class. I’m not terribly conservative. I’m fine with that. When one of my friends discovered that I plan to attend Baylor, she told me that my personality completely fits Baylor and that she could totally see me going there. Those simple words reassured my somewhat anxious nerves. I am so excited to begin this new chapter. I’m ready for it. Bring it on.