Discusses my internal conflict of whether or not to go college after high school (and why I ended up going in the end), through my story of how I became alcoholic last summer. The prompt was to choose some conflict I've encountered and analyze all aspects of it's significance in my life.
Professor Nels Highberg
2 October 2003
The Big Decision
I took care of everything that needed to be done for college early. The research and tours and essays and applications, all of it done with by February my senior year in high school. I never gave college a second thought at that time - it just seemed to me that after high school comes college. No other alternatives occurred to me, because I guess college simply didn't yet seem like a reality. A senior leaving high school, all I really thought about was how I dreaded my classes and how much I couldn't wait for the summer again.
When an alternative route besides college dawned on me, it was simply too late. . .
The summer before my senior year I made friends with Mike Witte at his brother, Dan's graduation party. Though he only lived a couple houses down I never actually met him beforehand. But I had an excellent time with him at the graduation party, and so we started to hang out over the course of the summer. I agreed to cart him to school in the mornings once the time came, since I had my license and he was two years younger than me, and the further time progressed, the closer we grew together. And so Mike and I unintentionally became great companions and eventually best friends.
Around when that school year was nearly wrapped up, Mike started drinking...