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old me that I was accepted into their CEFYS program (Computer Engineering for Youth Students.) Out of 476 applicants, I was

was informed that I will be starting my bachelors there in an adv

n their early to mid 20's. I clutched onto my black backpack and quickened my pa

ady unwelcoming stares from other students. I grabbed the hood of my black swea

as he walked past. Tattoos covered his neck and

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from here. This is Whitman College kid." He

y, but it sounded more like a whisper than a statement. He g

ion. She was gorgeous. She had ocean blue eyes, and soft features. Her nose was slightly upturned. She was a tiny woman, about 5'2. She was

log onto my course site: passcode is WC189. If you do not have a laptop, please raise your hand." She stated, her voice had a

a standard Dell with a large sticker of "Whitman College" l

ester. I trust you'll return it.

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ge recruiter made his way to the front to talk t

His PowerPoint showed slides of MIT, Harvard, Stevens Institute of Technology

ms were exceptional, and the architecture was slightly rustic. The dorms looked incredible, with two comfortabl

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back was stiff from laying on this horrific excuse of a bed. Most nights I slept o

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en had more than $100 in my bank account. The only way I could eat was from the schol

of a University was the worst mistake I could have made. Come to think of it, I could have gone to

bachelors by 18, working on my masters at Stanford, and my IQ has me labeled as

an 18 credit school schedule. I've always believed that money is the root of all evil, when on the contrary, lack of mon

verty line, get told what to do by some uneducated asshole who has the authority to boss me around because of seniority, and if I'm lucky, climb the corporate pyramid to a managerial position

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that loves and encourages you, friends that have your back no matter what, a st

t a single person to call a friend (besides teachers and librarians that pitied me), and constantly living in poverty, I reali

get better being here, at the University that I dreamed of attending since I was 14, yet

With the events that happened today, I could feel the last rem

multifaceted success, but it always being too far beyond my reach. I made the right choices in my life, or the

serable, meaningless life? No matter what choices and decisions I make, will my life have the same pitiful outcome? As I ev

t then again, life

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