My First Day of College
Or, How I Told My Counselor That I Wrote a Book and She Seemed Unimpressed
Tomorrow is my first day of college. Yep, the thing that they said was impossible, or, at least, that’s what they said when I was growing up. What they said when I was growing up was that if you didn’t go to college by a certain age, you were not going to go to college. I am of that certain age now, and I am going to go to college. I am going to start this journey tomorrow, while still in Florida, with a margarita in my hand. I am going to join a zoom call, and all of these other people will be sitting in their rooms, as dutiful students should, and then there I’ll be with palm trees swaying behind me, my sunburn blazing red in all of their screens. They’ll ask, “is that a zoom background?” and I’ll answer, “haha, no. Could zoom palm trees do this?” and I’ll frame the palm trees with my hand as if to show that they really are swaying in the wind.
Meeting with my counselor was interesting. It was very helpful, but it was interesting. She asked me what I wanted to study while I was in college, and I said English. She asked what my level of experience with English was, and I told her that I had written a book. While I didn’t quite expect confetti to drop from the ceiling, I didn’t expect her to just move on to the next question without even raising an eyebrow.
“Have you written anything else?” she asked.
I said that I had. And that I still am. I told her that I am writing a newsletter because I wrote a book and now I need an agent to help me get money for the book. I told her that I would have to give the agent some of the money, but that would only be if I got an agent. I explained to her that if I didn’t get an agent then I probably wouldn’t be getting any money at all. She never asked what it was about, so I told her that it was about drinking beer with my friends. She made eye contact with the screen and asked what other courses I would be interested in.
Movie Mondays with Nate:
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark. To be kicked when you’re down, to feel like you’ve been pushed around. To be on the edge of breaking down, and no one there to save you. No, you don’t know what it’s like. Welcome to my life. - Joker (2019) ☆☆☆☆