When I was in high school, I became obsessed with academia. I wanted to go to NYU and live a great academic life. Of course, things don't always go as planned. I graduated at 18 and I swore I'd have a BA by 21, 22 the latest. But I'm 27 now and I'm 4 months away from a BA. I've submitted my grad school application and I'm still in disbelief. I usually refuse to believe anything until it's literally in my hands. My entire pregnancy I didn't believe I was pregnant. Like it was too good to be true. It wasn't until my baby was tightly wrapped and placed on my chest that I believed. Same with my BA and same with going to grad school.
I'm the first of my immediate family to get this far in academia, though it has taken me some time. I dropped out and moved to Colombia. I moved to New York and back. I've been up and down but I got here.
I'll have my BA in hand in March and hopefully an acceptance letter to UCR MFA program.