My friend Katie and I went on a school tour of Concordia the other day. I’ve had this one set in my mind for a while now,and it was even more than I had hoped for. It’s in a remote, beautiful area and sets on hundreds of acres; Yet it’s still only 20 minutes from where I live. It’s also ridiculously expensive and I wasn’t getting my hopes up about getting in next fall. I sat down and talked with the admissions guy and my mouth must have gaped open. He said if I have the gpa I claim to (I do), not only am I in, but I can also get quite a pretty penny in scholarships. If everything works out I will be at Concordia next sememster, so cross your fingers for me y’all!
As this school has been a dream of mine that I looked and adored from a distance, It’s crazy to think it may soon be a dream come true. This got me thinking about all of the dreams we keep to ourselves. As kids, we tell everybody everything we’re going to do and be when we’re older. Go to the moon, Be the president, Be a princess…Nothing is out of our reach. But as we get older, we focus on only the little dreams. The ones that could maybe actually happen. But I say we keep our dreams big, and we tell others we want to be a freakin’ princess. Whether it’s possible or not, Here’s what I say: The bigger the dream, The more ambitious the person. Both reachable and unattainable, Realistic and absolutely crazy, What are your wildest dreams? Here’s mine:
Transfer to Concordia. Make lots of money and go on shopping trips in New York with my girlfriends. Jump out of a plane. Be the star in a movie that I also wrote and produced. Appear in a country music video as the girl who makes sad faces and lays in bed sexy-crying. Buy dream home. Graduate with an English degree. Forgiveness is a way of life. Every baby ever conceived is born healthy. Write and publish books. World hunger is solved. Own a bookshop with a coffeehouse inside, possibly placed in London. I, of course, would need my own jet to get to said bookshop when needed. Speidi is permanently banned from television. My blog becomes super famous. We would all just get along, or at least act more adult about not getting along. My apartment starts cleaning itself. I quit working for a year to travel the world with my husband,all expenses paid. The radio always knows exactly what I need to hear.
I could see everyone’s passwords, secret thoughts, and journals. I can also be invisible. Every day I spent with my best friend when I was twelve,thirteen, and fourteen, was recorded and given to us now for our viewing pleasure. We all get to say goodbye. Mcdonald’s decides to combine with my living space and gives me free food in return. Love is easier to come by. We all treat eachother with respect, and all deserve the respect we are given. I have a personal chef, trainer, and wardrobe helper guy. I never lose my metabolism. I can suddenly pick up a tune and people actually like hearing me sing. I speak not only Spanish fluently, but also Italian and possibly Mandarin. I’m as happy as I am now forever. I’d finish this off with ‘Be a princess’ but I already have a guy who makes me feel like one. Maybe those little kids dreams ain’t so far fetched after all.