Mom and Dad decided to spring on me Friday night that they were headed to Boston for Valentine's Day - but with the exception that I join them on Sunday in order to use my day off on Monday to visit Harvard. And because when Dad takes time off from work, it's a big deal, so it was expected that I go - and endured this excruciating lecture when I got there about how it's in the Kilbourne tradition that I attend an Ivy school. Now I guess it doesn't matter if it's Cornell, Brown, or Yale - how generous of them to give me all of the Ivies to choose from!
I mean, Harvard was okay. Despite the fact that it was President's Day, there were still people on campus who were willing to give us a tour, and - I dunno. I might be a Kilbourne and it might be tradition that all of us go to the Ivies, but I don't know if that's what I want.
It's weird. There's never been a question of what I was to do in my life. Be a good daughter and sister, check. Be at the top of my class, check. Be really active in school and my community, check. But lately, I'm thinking there's got to be MORE than this. That I'm more than just the girl who gets perfect grades and comes from a wealthy family. And I'm not sure I want to be in a place where they expect the same thing.
I guess I'll do a little more research. For all I know, the other schools could suck.
But honestly, you could stick me in Wisconsin and I'd be happy because at least no one would know who I was there.