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My name was called. I took the single red rose, climbed the stairs, and shook the master of ceremonies’ hand. I heard his congratulations, thanked him and continued my way across the stage. Screams, whistles, yells, applause, and congratulations were coming from the many guests in the church sanctuary. I was smiling and telling myself to walk carefully across the stage, as I met my parents. My mom was smiling and holding back tears, my dad was just smiling. We all exchanged hugs. I handed my mom the rose and my dad (hesitantly) handed me my High School diploma.
I remember my graduation ceremony so clearly, as if it were last month, but has two years really already gone by?
“Are you going to college?”
It was finally over. I no longer was a student, but rather a graduate. Those twelve long years were behind me, but after the celebration, people shortly began asking me about my future…
“What will you do?”, “Where will you go?”, “Who will you become?”, “How much further will you go?”.
Honestly, I would have loved to have known the answer to every one of those questions, because I still find myself asking those questions everyday.
The one question I was able to answer was the most infamous question…“Are you going to college?”
how i answered this question
Of all the uncertainties I had after my High School graduation, there was one thing I was most sure about…I wasn’t going to go to college. I had known this for quite some time. I just didn’t have any desire to go to college, but that didn’t stop people from asking.
“No, I’m not going to college.”
I did my best to be polite about answering them, especially to people who didn’t know me or couldn’t see the reason behind my decision. I would share with them why I wasn’t going to college and why I felt like I didn’t need to go to college.
I would tell them, “I just don’t think college is for me. I want to be a wife and mother, and I don’t need a degree for that. All my other interests don’t require me to have a degree, either, if I ever decided to pursue one of them. Plus, I just don’t like the idea of getting into debt by pursuing a degree in a field that I won’t ever use, as a wife or mother.”
the reason behind my answer
- I want to be a wife and mother, simple as that. This is my one and only desire.
- I don’t have an interest strong enough that I would need a degree to pursue this passion. I do not need to go to college for 2 or 4 years, in order to get a degree that says I am capable to raise a child. I do not need a degree that says I know how to love and cherish someone, other than myself.
- Many of the interests I do have don’t need a degree to become a professional. Do you know that once you have done something for 10,000 hours, you are considered a professional? As a blogger, I don’t need a degree to claim I’m a professional, I just need experience and proof to show that I know what I am doing.
- I would prefer to not be in debt. This is a big factor for me. I hate debt. I hate it with all that I am worth. My daddy has taught me by example that debt is not something we should accumulate, whether that means giving up something for just a bit longer or getting rid of something we never use.
I’m sure I am not the only one who has this same desire, and I know I am not the only one who has ever been asked if I was “going to college”. I know many who are going to college, but I also know some who are going another way, like me.
Two years ago, I had no idea where my life was going to take me, what I was going to do, or how I was going to do it. Now I am a blogger, who shares about all my passions, works as a VA and blog designer, and works at home preparing to become a wife and mother. I would never have become a blogger who is able to be an encouragement to others and be as prepared as I am to have my own home, if I went away to college to figure out what I wanted to be.I will receive commission on any sales made on my blog. To learn more, read my disclosure policy.