In one year's time, from this isle I shall be journeying.
All, I'm told, for the sake of higher learning.
"This is your last year at home," my mother cries sentimentally;
I'll begin the next phase of my life, geographically if not mentally.
Aunts, uncles, friends and parents all ask me, "Where are you going?"
This, I feel, is my biggest grief; for I have no way of knowing.
True, I have every college book known to man,
Although I read each one all through I still don't know my future plan.
Even if I knew which one, I only have a very little while
to acquire all the components of a winning file.
Only three short months to get these perfect traits.
The right grades, family, hobbies, and scores,
not to mention my own philosophy on fate.
And the interview, that's a different story.
I hear they can be rather gory.
What is I shouldn't wear the right clothes, or have that look?
And I forgot to ask the guidance counselor what should be my favorite book?
I'm sure my interviewer will ask me what I want to do.
My honest answer: "I don't know, do you?"
Perhaps "President" is what I should say.
I guess it should be on my resum".
I'm told my decisions now will determine my situation later.
But perhaps I should be going for something greater.
They say get the right grades tog et into the right school.
All this so one day I can have the right house with a pool.
But when I choose a school, my new home.
I hope my reasons will be better than those just shown.
Right now my question remains, where am I going?
I hope that soon I'll find a way of knowing.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.