2005 I graduated High School. I was on Lamictal, it was quite effective on my absence seizures. My memory issues were becoming a problem though. Another awesome part of the package. I had to take my ACT test a couple times. I needed a 22 to get the scholarship I was offered. That damn math!! I did it though, I got the 22. Pretty impressive right? I wish. The ACT and SAT concept is so stupid, you can't test common sense and it messes up visual learners. Just my opinion.
I had my graduation party. Sent thank you cards. Got some very generous gifts. Nana got me a suitcase set to help me get on my way. Then I went to go say bye to Nana. I was going to be a couple hours away but I didn't have a car to see her whenever I wanted. As I was getting ready to give Nana a hug. Something happened, not what you think though. Nana started crying softly. I just wasn't prepared for this! I started choking back my own tears. I swear I was ready to drop out right there and then. I wasn't even been registered for my classes yet.
Somehow I kept my shit together to head up to school. My scholarship didn't include living and food expenses. So daddy took care of those. I had signed up for a single room. Then I saw the size of it. Well I'm pretty claustrophobic and needed a double room without the double people. Just me! If I hadn't started crying it wouldn't have happened. Amazing what tears can do right?
Freshman year, I did great in subjects that didn't include math, note taking, or reading ten chapters in a night. Not that I didn't know how, I couldn't keep up. My professors did not allow any recording of class lectures. Reading these books was physically painful. I had migraines for days and couldn't remember the paragraph I had just read, sometimes just a sentence!
It was worse each year. Memorization was my arch enemy. I can tell you stories of my childhood because my long term memory is still very well intact. My short term memory...it was in the early stages of being useless. I tried to stay determined. I had some very understanding professors and then I had my Political Science professor. He told me that maybe I should think about leaving school. Maybe I should have taken his advice. I was only going to take seven years graduate with a Bachelor's. Interdisciplinary Studies. What's that you ask? Oh it's a fancy word for a General Degree.
My fantastic seven years did bring me some really fun times. It also brought a shit ton of absence seizures, had to change neurologist, memory issues (critical in college, or school of any kind), more depression, therapy, student loan debt that could have bought a house, a shit GPA, embarrassment, shame, jokes at my expense, oh and that grand mal. We'll get to that.Also, for the love of everything holy DO NOT get a private student loan!!!!! Only Federal stuff!!!!
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