No matter how well I think that I am doing with all of my classes at WestConn, and no matter how much I think that I have here in CT to stick around for, there is always part of me that wants to pack up my shit and move to Bar Harbor, Maine. There is a school up there, College of the Atlantic, that is the perfect school for someone like me. So perfect that I keep their brochure in my apartment on a table, and flip through it from time to time, looking at what I am missing. At COA they offer a Bachelor of Arts in Human Ecology as their sole major. That sounds strange, I know, but I would be able to design my own cirriculum, as long as I take the required ecology and earth science credits. That means that I can build up my own self-designed degree by taking psychology, philosophy, literature, art, and music courses. Their learning environment is an actual environment: an island surrounded by wildlife, natural bodies of water, and natural forests.
Why did I not go there for school, even though I applied? It costs 35,000 a year. And that is money that I just don't have and money that I will not just be able to pay off in student loans and financial aid.
Part of me will always want to go somewhere other than where I am, just pack up and leave everything behind. I know that I will, despite any financial or personal restraints, because it is in my nature to do what is best for me. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I just hope that whatever it is will happen soon. I need to high-tail it the fuck out of Danbury and out of Connecticut.
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"Part of me will always want to go somewhere other than where I am, just pack up and leave everything behind. I know that I will, despite any financial or personal restraints, because it is in my nature to do what is best for me."
That paragraph is a terrific summary of what constantly lingers, provocatively disrupting my thoughts. This town is dry from any enlightenment promised under such false pretenses. The so-called institution of "higher education" has left me nearly penniless, anxious, and cheated. I want my five grand back. Danbury, you sick siren, I demand a refund. And I am prepared to do what it takes to pack what little belongings I have left and take to the open road as fearlessly as possible. If you don't like your situation change it and if you can't change it leave! As you said, this is your life. You might as well find some daily contentment and make it what you want. If not, what else is there?
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