I wasn’t one of those teens who was eager to get away from her family or thought she was ready to grow up. (I’m very close to my family and I still don’t want to grow up!) I went away to college because first, I got a scholarship, and second, I chose to. I chose very carefully with lots of financial conjuring. First was college, and second was grad school.
College for me was a state university only forty-five minutes away from my hometown. It wasn’t glamorous or expensive and I probably wouldn’t have chosen it had I not gotten a scholarship, but I’m glad I went. It was the beginning of spreading my wings, my training wheels of higher education.
Through college, I traveled to Disneyworld in Florida, where I worked for about three months at Magic Kingdom. (But that's another story.)
The Savannah College of Art and Design. It even sounds spiffy, doesn’t it? SCAD is the kind of college I used to only dream of going to. They were hazy, vague desires of a faraway ‘art school’, but SCAD made them real and solid and even more desirable. Even the dvd they sent in the packet dripped with Spanish moss and sparkled with excited art students laiden with shiny new art supplies.
|One of the squares near my apartment|
There were no walls of self-consciousness, no silly pride, no hesitation. I was stripped down, open, and eager.
|Portfolio Night 2008|
I got loans for SCAD. Loans that I am just starting to pay back. But it was so worth it.
And that’s what I mean by “Go Away to College”. Go away because it’s an adventure. Go away because it’ll help you find out who you are and appreciate what you already know. It’s not the money I think about when I remember my college years. It’s the experience.