I’d make it to high school, let alone college, and I’m almost there so I might as well fill out some of these applications, right? One of the essay questions asks about moments in your life where you’ve had to overcome adversity. Well, I carry adversity in a metal tank on wheels and it goes where I go. Most of my life hasn’t been easy yet somehow it feels like cheating to write about CF in my college essay. I don’t know why. I guess I don’t want it to be the sole reason I get in somewhere. To use my condition to get ahead is something I’ve suppressed for as long as I can remember. It just feels unnatural to use it for my benefit. But, walking around with a ticking clock above your head is pretty unnatural for a seventeen year old, too.

So, whatever, I’ll apply. This could be another life adventure and ever since Norman moved here I’ve gained a handful of experience in that department. 😉 I think I’m ready for college. The only thing is, I don’t know if I want to leave my dad. He needs me; I’m all he’s got. I know he’d tell me to go and live my life, that this is a good thing no matter how scared he is for me. But, I’m not scared, Dad. It’s okay I got this. And I won’t go too far. I promise.