Nearly eight years ago I made one of the biggest decisions of my life. One of my best friends, Emily, and I sat near the edge of a table at lunch in school. It was my second or third week of high school and Emily and I were just starting our blossoming friendship. Yet, even as young and naive as we were back then we knew the strength of our decision.
London.
It seemed so far away back then. As though it were some far off dream that would never become a reality. A sort of torture that would never end. As though I had insomnia and all that stopped me from achieving my dream was sleep. Despite knowing that I wanted to be a writer, I had no clue as to how to start the process of getting myself to London. How would I get there? For school? For work? For a person?
It never seemed to matter how, the only thing that I truly cared about back then was reaching this place. A place I’d fantasied about since I was so small.
The dreary skies. The large puddles. Umbrellas galore. Not to mention the birth place of Harry Potter. (Seriously J.K. Rowling is goals as fuck).
At fourteen, what seemed so far away, always felt as though it would stay far away. As I grew up I noticed that the dream seemed stagnant. Always too far out of reach. I was young, disheartened that high school held me back from where I wanted to be. Disappointed by my terrible test taking skills and how I would never be able to achieve anything near my dreams.
Then, I took a creative writing course with Professor Enzu Castellano. It would be extremely cliche of me to say a single professor changed my entire outlook on life but it would also be a lie if I didn’t. I remember his class rather vividly, long talks regarding many fictitious happenings. Mostly importantly I remember the last time I saw Enzu as my professor, the day he returned to me my portfolio. He told me I had talent I should pursue but that was nothing new.
Until he asked, “you’re a junior right? Got any plans for grad school?”
The look I gave him caused him to chuckle softly, and now I understand why. A year and a half ago when I took his class I knew very well I would not go to grad school. How could I? The GRE was practically a necessity and I seriously don’t test well. When I relaid my worried thoughts to him, he explained that for Creative Writing most schools didn’t require a GRE score. He handed me the portfolio and said, “consider it. I know you would enjoy grad school greatly.” Just like that he sent me on my merry way, with a mind full of what ifs and a heart weary of failure.
That night I went home and thought long about his words. Then I thought about my dreams and what I hoped to achieve in life.
London.
Quick as a rabbit, I googled universities in the UK, opened ever so slightly at options outside of my dream city. I clicked on 6 random schools, including the one that I am going to be attending in the fall. It was when I saw Kingston University’s page and their Creative Writing MFA program that I knew everything I’d ever hoped for was possible. It was within my grasp, within my sight. I could see it, feel it as I scrolled through page and page of the schools program.
I was determined. My goal set. This was it. I could do this, and while I wish I could say this was the moment that propelled me to grad school, it wasn’t.
It was the moment I told my soulmate and other best friend, Montese. The moment I sat her down, and I told her directly of what I was planning (after months and months of hiding it from her). I was terrified she wouldn’t like the plan, wouldn’t want me to leave her and honestly if she’d asked me to stay in that moment I would have. Without another thought. Without another word.
But she didn’t.
She smiled and told me how proud she was of me, and how exciting it would be that I was moving forward with my life, moving into a brand new chapter unafraid and relentless. Then she told me she’d joined me, eventually, and I swear I’d never felt happier than I was in that moment. Leaving her behind in Miami was undoubtedly the hardest thing I’d ever had to do (it trumped the Calc AP test that wrecked me senior year), but knowing that it’s temporary keeps me stronger than I could ever describe. It’s her voice that drives me, and her soul that fills mine. I couldn’t have written a trilogy without her pushing me to finish it. Couldn’t have rambled on for hours about characters without her listening. Couldn’t have given her eternal heartbreak for having to kill her favorite character. Couldn’t be half the person that I am today without her. Wouldn’t be taking this step if she didn’t support me.
My grad school journey has been far too long already, with school not even starting for another month and a half. From always telling myself I could never amount to grad school, that I wasn’t smart enough or good enough, to actually be going, well it’s quite a shock to that fourteen year old I used to be. In a way, this is a letter to that little girl, who dreamed so large but hoped so small in case it all came crashing down.
Well I have news for you, it didn’t come crashing down.
You did it, ya high school freshman, you’re actually going to grad school and more importantly you’re gonna be living in London. You were so hard on yourself back then, tried hard to keep yourself protected by holding back. Not anymore. You did it, Ale, you pushed and were pushed and you fucking did it.
No one can take this away from you.