“Hey, how are you?”
“Good. How are you? It has been a while.”
“Great. So, where are you going to school next year…”

This question has been plaguing me for the past year. It creeps into every conversation I have with my grandparents and parents’ friends, teachers and even my friends. It even goes as far as to haunt me in my dreams. It is a nightmare that I can not wake up from. And no, I’m not being melodramatic.

I mean, it’s not an easy decision to make for me. I don’t have a dream college that I’ve been dying to get into since I was six. I definitely have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I don’t even have a preference to which state I want to live in.  Or which mascot I will be cheering for.

Senior year has snuck up on me and slapped me in the face. I don’t feel old enough, or experienced enough, to be making this decision that could, and will, possibly affect me for the rest of my life.

Sometimes I try to forget about the big choice I have to make by May 1st, but the deadline just keeps getting closer and closer. I just daydream about how me and my roomie are going to have matching comforters, monogram everything, become best friends forever and eventually be each others’ maid of honor or we will just have a joint wedding. You know, the usual roommate stuff.

And other times I think about my future sorority sisters––the other bridesmaids. We will probably have our kids at the same time, so that they will grow up to be best friends. Or even, sometimes, I think about that super-cute pre-med guy that’s going to approach me, start flirting with me and will inevitably become my husband. And the best part about the whole thing is that no one can call me a gold digger because I got my degree.

But, then reality hits me, I have to choose a place to go before all my dreams can come true. I know there are more important things to consider when choosing a college. But, it really comes down to this: do I look better in red, green or purple?