So, as you might see from the title, this post may not be as upbeat and uplifting as previous posts, because it deals with major disappointment. Apparently college is not a place where everything that you ever wanted happens with no metaphorical trees falling in your metaphorical river and metaphorically blocking the metaphorical flow of your metaphorical river that is metaphorically your college experience. Yeah. That doesn't get to happen.
So, when you first discover that something that you were so excited about is not going to be possible, you should probably cry. Crying is probably proven somewhere by some scientists or something to relieve stress and be cathartic to your general person. Plus, if you happen to cry in public, maybe some kind soul will come over and comfort you, but for your sake, I might advise holding it in until you get back to your room or possibly a bathroom where you can sob in private.
This might be easier to understand with an example. You see, eating is something everyone experiences, and so is laundry and class and all those other things. But major disappointment, maybe that hasn't happened to you yet. Let me give you this example:
Imagine that you wanted to be a teacher. And as a requirement for teaching, you have to take a four week class in January in which you go into a public school classroom and observe and generally assist the teacher in teacher-ly activities. And say, perhaps, that the opportunity to go to New Mexico and help with teachers who teach mainly Hispanic and Native American kids was presented to you, and you would get to visit reservations and reach out to kids who probably don't get a lot of attention or help or general social interaction, which would be the best experience ever, because perhaps you want to be a Spanish teacher, and maybe teach ESL, and maybe get experience in special education, and this opportunity would for sure be one of the best things that ever happened to you.
Then pretend that they said, "This class will cost upward of $2,000, because college isn't expensive enough already, and don't forget that you'll still be paying tuition to the college, and room and board, even though you won't be living or eating there, and also, you have to pay for your own food, because we like to hope that you starve." Yeah. Imagine if they said that. And it basically quashed your hopes for that cool thing you wanted to do.
So anyway. Pretend this happened to you. Or that maybe something more pertaining to what you actually want to do was stolen from your grasp. Crying. Then you should probably call your parents and vent to them a little bit, because they probably feel bad that life is so expensive, even if they can't do anything about it.
Then you should for sure write an angry blog post about how the college institution is only made for people who are already insanely rich and could probably go anywhere they want to because their parents grow money on trees, and anyone who is under that bar has to suffer by both working insanely a lot and not going on trips to anywhere. Or if you don't have a blog, just write with a giant black marker in the most messy way you possibly can, getting all the angry feelings out of your mind and heart.
And then you should eat. I recommend chocolate. I have some Mega M&Ms here on my desk. I'd share, but you're a little far away. And also, it's chocolate. I don't share that.
Also, don't forget to drink lots of water, because if you cried like you were supposed to, you lost all your water and fluids and now it's getting weird, so just drink water.
Then, after you've gone through this horrible grieving process, you should definitely look for scholarships or things that like to give poor students money to get important life experiences, because even if it's not for sure that you can do your important thing, you should at least try. Because giving up is the way that the major disappointment actually probably damages you. And also, giving up is like not eating the desserts they give you for dinner. And it makes you a loser. Don't be a loser. Be a loser who tried everything they possibly could to kill the major disappointment (note: metaphorically killing, because my moral compass on which I base my life is entirely against killing anyone or anything, except for when I eat meat, because I do like my hamburgers, and feel free to yell at me about being a hypocrite, because I haven't figured that one out in my brain yet either) before it took over and was like, "Look at me and look at you, who do you think can't tie their shoe?" And then you punch it in the face and try again tomorrow.
Be that kind of loser.
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