Thea Cecilia

I have spent the past four days basically in the middle of time square with a few detours to Chelsea and the upper east side. This is the time when all of us are frantically trying to figure out where the hell we are going to live next year. Where are we going to college? Well, it’s not easy. I thought it would be. In late December I found out that I got a huge scholarship to one of my top schools. Ideal situation. Guess again. I think that in the last few days I have been taking an invintory of every single one of the emotions my mind is capable of processing. I have been extremely inspired, severely depressed, and just straight confused. Sitting in a small classroom at the Fashion Institute of Technology I thought “Wow. This is the place for me.” Today at the Parsons Admitted Students Day I thought “No. This is definitely the place for me. FIT is out of the running.” But it really doesn’t end there. I have narrowed it down to two schools. One of them is arguably the best art school in the country (or in the top 5) and has offered me a fantastic scholarship. The other is in the heart of New York City, the heart of the United States fashion world. But, parsons does not offer the same scholarship opportunities ($6300 per year on merit is the most). Am I going to accept the first offer or take the second one and have to work to pay my way through school? Does it matter if I’m in New York? Does it matter if I’m in Chicago? Will I get to where I want to be based on how hard I work regardless of my location? Honestly, why do I worry so much?