School Woes Continued

On my walk home from the grocery store tonight I saw an orange Toyota with a British Columbia license plate. Whenever I see a plate from BC I silently wail, “Why did you come here?!” It’s my dream to escape out to BC and go to school at the University of British Columbia. It has the best writing program in Canada and is where my two most favourite authors honed their skills. If I were to win the lottery the very first thing I would do is apply to UBC.

Erin’s Reason for Not Going to Post-Secondary School #3: Money

Money with a mixture of parental control.

I’d graduated high school with straight A’s and decided to take a year off for my mental health before going on to university. Coincidentally, around that time my parents had told me and my sister that they would be selling theĀ  house we grew up in. We moved that summer to a house half the size of our previous house. I moved from a spacious perfected-to-my-tastes bedroom with two windows to a teeny tiny basement bedroom in our new house.

Cue self-harm, cue anorexia, cue suicidality. It was a very bad time in the life of Erin but I still managed to keep my hopes on going to school the next year. My parents convinced me that school in BC was too expensive. They said that they had spent most of the money they’d put away for my education on my mental health treatment, and so I would have to rely on a provincial government loan. I was disappointed but understood.

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Making Your Own Luck

A few months ago I stood on a high school auditorium stage and announced that when I was in high school, I was too scared to go into the cafeteria because of all the students that would be staring at me. I briefly realized that I was standing in front of twice as many students (which is pretty awesome) but I knew that I’d been just as scared speaking on that stage as I was ten years ago in the cafeteria. Only this time I’d been ready for my fear. Maybe it helped that the stage was lit and the audience sat in the dark so I couldn’t really see their faces. Maybe it helped that I was older than the students I was speaking to and that gave me confidence. Deep down, however, I knew that it was easy because I could leave that high school minutes after I spoke, never having to witness the reaction to my words.

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