I officially dropped out of college.

Well, the packet confirming my withdrawal arrived yesterday.

People have been asking me if I am scared. Sometimes I say yes because, when I say no, they look at me weird. But the truth is that I am not. This has been a long time coming. You might say it started when I met Rebecca. I think I could point to way before that when I decided to take a gap year between high school and college. Or I could go even further back to when my parents let me choose which boarding school I wanted to go to. I’ve always been empowered to pick my own path regardless of what is ‘typical’, ‘traditional’ or ‘normal’.

This is what makes sense for me right now so this is what I am doing. Spending $40,000 to sit in class and answer work emails stopped making sense. My parents and I were paying for me to actively not pay attention in class. The funny thing is that my grades don’t reflect this. I am leaving as a student in good standing with a strong GPA. I did pretty well for working full-time while being a full-time student. However, what I was doing wasn’t sustainable. I could feel myself burning out. I had to make a choice.

I plan on going back to college. Rather than leaving college permanently, I have just extended my educational timeline. When I decide the time is right, and I will be able to focus on school, I will send Barnard a letter with a check for $100 by a given date and be readmitted. Simple as that. Almost as simple as leaving was. It’s crazy to me. It took so much time to get into college, but only a few minutes and a single form to leave.

It’s time to take control of my life, choose my own path, and embark on one heck of an adventure 🙂