I feel so weird trying to describe myself. I fell like anything that I say will just be a cliche. I could say that college has changed me- because it has, but that wouldn’t be enough. Life is so different than it was 6 months ago, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
I went to a high school that was also my middle school, and my elementary school, AND my kindergarten. 13 years with the same people was just ridiculous- everyone knew every detail of your life, whether you wanted them to or not. That’s why I was so attracted to Baruch. For the first time since kindergarten, I’d be able to be a new person. No one would know that my mom passed away when I was 11 years old, no one would say “cancer”, and then look at me as if I were about to explode.
Oh, now you guys know too. My mom died when I was 11 years old. November 5th will 
make it 7 years. She was first diagnosed when I was 6, then she went into remission. It came back though, but she didn’t get help until it was too late. I was sick with a cold when she started to get severe symptoms. Taking care of me was her top priority. That, and finishing her masters degree in teaching.
I’ll never be able to forgive myself for how I was the last time I saw her. I was so rude and mean- but she was my mom, I thought that she’d always be there, so I’d just apologize tomorrow. Well, “tomorrow” came, and everything changed. I wasn’t the little girl with a teaching mother and a military father anymore. I was a girl who was just, there. My mom was my best friend, and she was gone. Forever. When she died my world was empty. (Told you that there’d be cliches).
It took me a very long time to feel (nearly) whole again. Right now I’m living in the Upper East Side, and going to a college that will get me where I want to be in life. Everything is just how my mom and I imagined it would be. So Who Am I? I’m just a girl who wants to make her mother proud.
