I couldn’t help but imagine myself at some small college somewhere on a hilltop in the middle of nowhere with two-hundred-year-old buildings.
I read about one school where you could use the same library study carrel that Alice Walker had.
Admittedly, fifty thousand would hardly make a dent in the tuition, but maybe I could get a scholarship.
My grades were good, and I was a competent standardized test taker.
I let myself imagine it—taking classes like Politicized Geography and Nineteenth-Century British Women in Literature
in small classrooms, everyone seated in a circle.
I imagined the crunch of gravel paths under my feet as I walked from class to the library, where I’d study with friends,
and then before dinner at a cafeteria that served everything from cereal to sushi,
we’d stop at the college coffee shop and talk about philosophy or power systems or whatever you talk about in college.
It was so fun to imagine the possibilitiesWest Coast or East Coast? City or country?
I felt like I might end up anywhere, and imagining all the futures I might have, all the Azas I might become,
was a glorious and welcome vacation from living with the me I currently was.
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