Dear Molly,
Who'da thunk? Three years after your classmates, it's finally your turn. Long Beach no longer!
Back in 2016, your parents all but forced you to go to Cal State Long Beach. They gave you an ultimatum: CSULB or gap year. You knew being out of school would make you pretty miserable, so your hometown university it was. You had your mind made up. You would attend CSULB for four semesters, long enough to do your general education requirements, and no more. You were ready to let go of the psychological baggage left over from high school.
It was going to be Millikan all over again. You thought you would (proverbially) stand there with a grouchy look on your face and your arms crossed, being perfectly honest about your, ahem, distaste for the institution and how you were eager to leave.
Back in 2016, your parents all but forced you to go to Cal State Long Beach. They gave you an ultimatum: CSULB or gap year. You knew being out of school would make you pretty miserable, so your hometown university it was. You had your mind made up. You would attend CSULB for four semesters, long enough to do your general education requirements, and no more. You were ready to let go of the psychological baggage left over from high school.
It was going to be Millikan all over again. You thought you would (proverbially) stand there with a grouchy look on your face and your arms crossed, being perfectly honest about your, ahem, distaste for the institution and how you were eager to leave.
The first year wasn't great. You knew people, dozens and dozens of people, but that didn't mean you had friends. You began your post-secondary academic career subscribing to "Cs get degrees".
Things did get better. You made friends! As usual, you meet the best people through music. But you knew you needed out.
And in August, you finally made it to San Jose State University. It was a pretty good semester and a half, but COVID 19 forced you home. You're looking forward to going back.
Molly
