My first year at Emerson College, and my parents' divorce
1. September 1998, I turned 19th I began to Emerson College in the fall of 1998 with aspirations to a published writer. In the weeks before the start of my freshman year, I prepared myself. I bought all the essentials needed, packed everything I wanted, and said goodbye to my former life. I was ready to embrace my future. Getting to Emerson was easy, five-hour drive from New Jersey to Boston, unpacking my stuff in my small single dorm room get the required books for the class. But surviving my first year at Emerson, the challenge was laid. During my last year of high school my parents began the long process of divorce. Their "separation" period are not the usual pull-out of the house, like most couples separated. Instead, my father moved across the floor in the closet. At night the house was filled with screaming. I slept in a garage turned bedroom so my nights were caused minimal, but my younger sister slept inches away. Some nights she would come to my room to escape the clamor. I remember when they feel the desire to leave behind her guilty asleep. I had to go. I had to go. I could not stand it anymore. Things heated up between my parents and my mother spent away most weeks. I took care to make sure my sister and she ate regularly, got to school on time and did their homework. I did not cook just for myself but for her and my father also. On top of that I had to figure out, how to pay for my not so good college education. During the day I spent hours on the phone between my father, mother, and Emerson. Together, my parents have too much money, financial aid only covers one-third of the tuition fees. The rest had come from my parents. My father was reluctant. The problems my father and I have never faced as I was growing up began to surface, and the "Daddy's Little Girl" relationship began to wane. For reasons unknown to others, but my father, he was not willing to help pay for my college education at Emerson. By the end of the summer I could not trust in the words of his mouth. While heated fights he would say, my mother would not see a cent of it for my tuition fees while on the phone with me said to me that money was on its way. I attended my first year because of my mother, who pulled everything necessary, I could at least start the next phase of my life. I began to feel guilty Emerson and excited. I felt for my family to leave, but leave behind the same time glad finally bad. But the problems I was running away from me quickly obtained. In the course of the year I was given the weekly goings on at home. vandalize the regular threats, and fights between my mom and dad, along with my guilt, began to affect me. I fell into a state of depression. I had most of my freshman year spent asleep in bed. The more things hissed at home, the more I fell asleep. It was easier for me to deal with the outside world instead of her escape. The world in my head was better. When I sleep, my dreams were better. In my dreams, my expectations really were. In my dreams, my family was a family again. As children we are taught to distinguish the difference between real and imaginary. At that time, the imaginary better than the real one. It took me the better. I went the year with a C average and returned for a new house a few miles away from the old. The summer was transformed again into a bad one. The new school year came, and again there was the matter of money. As we were paying for it? As a last attempt, I have my father to court. It was the only way to think as we could to get his help. My father was ordered to $ 5,000, fifty percent of what it would cost to pay to go to a Community College in Jersey. First was to pay him the money more difficult than expected and I was drawn by Emerson. From that moment I realized my father could not be counted. It was a lesson that still hurts me even now. The closeness we once shared would never be the same. I knew if I wanted to get what I wanted, I would have to fight it without him by my side. My first year was not all I hoped it would be. The year brought many changes in my life and jump started my early independence. But it taught me a lot about myself and most of all it has taught me that I have the strength through everything. 1. to see September 1999, I turned 20th
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