"I'm so happy you decided to go to Iowa University like your old man!" Oh, how do I tell him I don't want to go there?
Should I go to Iowa University just to appease him? Should I go to Florida University like my mother would have wanted? Or should I do what I want and go to the performing arts school in New York?
My heart is telling me to go to the performing arts school in New York, after all, it's an honor to even be accepted. I'm so conflicted.
"Dad? I've decided to go to the Academy of Performing Arts. In New York." "What? You can't be serious. No! I won't allow it."
"It's not up to you, dad. This is about what I want." "You're serious about this? Oh, well I guess I can't say no to you. You have my support. You might need my support for a long time when you can't find a job in this field after college."
I'll prove everyone wrong, I just know it. For once in my life, I'm doing what I want. New York, here I come!