I have a dream.
I am going to go to college to get my Masters in Creative Writing. Where I am I going to go? Possibly somewhere in Georgia, possibly somewhere in New York. Where am I hoping to go? NYU. It’s the school I always wanted to go to, but then we moved to Georgia when I was sixteen so I had to change dreams. But now that I am old enough, I want to go for it. I want to try and get that dream back and pursue what I want in life. Continue reading “The Stuff that Dreams Are Made of”
When you are eighteen, fresh out of high school you think you have everything planned out. Or you have nothing planned out and can’t wait to start making plans. Well, I was the one that thought I knew everything. I was going to get my degree in English, become a writer, writing amazing bestseller books or become an editor for a publishing company or newspaper. Oh, if only I could meet eighteen-year-old me. I would laugh right in her face a shake her out of her stupidity.
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