As some of you may know, I am a mere five weeks away from (hopefully) graduating college with a BA in International Affairs
As some of you also know I have a seventeen year old sister a mere nine weeks away from (probably graduating high school)
And finally as some of you may also know, both my parents graduated from the same liberal arts college I am about to receive my degree from; in fact they actually met here as two international students (on a side note the chances of that happening to me in the next forty or so days is pretty slim to none at this point)
Where am I going with this?
My little sister, Nora is now officially a member of the (insert name of small liberal arts college) Class of 2015- aka four years from now (if all goes according to plan), every single member of my family will hold a BA from the same school.
Now, back in the day I always said I would NEVER go here, I was too familiar with it, Oregonian weather had a tendency to induce my self-diagnosed case of S.A.D., the only upscale boutique in the ENTIRE state was a dinky little Louis Vuitton (which doesn’t even SELL couture!), and the stereotypical demographic of the students at my school are quite the polar opposite of myself.
HOWEVER, when it came time to make a decision and I narrowed down my final options, this school ended up winning- winning for it’s outstanding overseas programme/International Affairs major (which at the time I had set my heart to)/proximity to home (close but far enough)…and yeah who the hell else knows why; and even though I despised the school initially and wanted nothing more than to transfer somewhere far, far, far away and way up on the ante of cosmopolitan-ness, I eventually found my niche (such a cliche word, apologies) and adapted.
Nora said the same thing, even more strongly than I had though; that she would NEVER end up here no matter what; absolutely never…and would you look at that. At least they have no sales tax so if there is a place in America to pick up a new Louis V credit card holder or a pair of Louboutins, it’s here (just don’t expect the rare gasmic stuff on the pages of Vogue)
Congratulations, little sis…you’ve got a big name to live up to, but I know you’ll make one of your own…obviously.