I’m taking time off from school and I’m sick of being bitched at for it.

In December I ended my fall semester of my junior year of college. Before the semester was even half over I had decided I wouldn’t go back. This decision didn’t come easily to me. Not going to school is scary.  I’ve been in school since I was in preschool. Quitting something I’ve been doing for around sixteen years is scary for me. Telling my boyfriend was…well let’s just say it was worrisome. Douglas isn’t judgmental at all, nor does he ever try and control me. But he isn’t shy about his opinion, and I was scared about exactly what that opinion might be. Telling my parents, god that was terrifying. But I did that. I did all the scary nerve-wracking stuff I had to do because I knew it was right for me.