I am anxious.
Scared of the future, scared of
For the past three years,
I have gone to a college-
where my dad has worked for
over a decade—for free, basically.
“We can’t help you,” my parents confirmed
once I told them about my acceptance
into the university I had dreamed about
since high school.
“I know,” came my reply. “I know,
it’s just that I—I have to go there.”
I’ll do it on my own, I had told them.
I had seen enough of my parents’
financial struggles to know
that I couldn’t ever possibly burden them
But even now, only halfway through
my first semester here, it’s looking
like I’ll have to skip coming back
in the spring. Maybe altogether.
When does financial aid actually become
aid? No strings attached?
When am I going to be poor enough
that I will be given an equal chance at
graduating with those fortunate
enough to not have to take out
a single cent on a loan?
I am scared.
Anxious for the future, desperate for change.