Two years of college down .. two (or three) more to go. Wednesday was my last class, my last final, my last everything in that place. It was sad, and bittersweet, and happy, and some more fluffy adjectives that should be thrown into the mix. It'd be a totally different story if was actually graduating and had some sort of degree in my hand, as was the original plan since FIT is a 2 year/2 year school. But i have no degree, i'm shy 4 credits of graduating with an AAS, and i dropped my summer classes. I wanted to get out of there asap, but now that i'm gone i want to go back. Now i'll never be able to put, "AAS Degree in Textile Development and Marketing : Fashion Institute of Technology 2001-2003" on my resume.
After class, we all said our goodbyes to each other. Hugging, kissing, almost crying, double checking e-mail addresses and phone numbers, promising to stay in touch, wishing good luck in the future. We all walked downstairs together, took silly pictures in the C building lobby, walked outside to have one last chat and one last cigarette together, and went our seperate ways.
I remember i wanted to go to FIT since i was 6th grade. Six years later i was finally there, and in the past two years i've been there i made some pretty amazing friends. Now i hate that i'm leaving it all. But it was my choice to leave, but lately i keep wondering if i made the right one.
But i have to live with it because it really doesn't matter anymore. I decided to move out, then so did my mom. I had a choice between Philadelphia and Massachusetts, i chose Philly because i don't really know why. Maybe because it's closer to where i am now. I made this decision 7 months ago, and now i've only got 3 months to go and i'm not ready to leave.
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