I might be the unluckiest senior in the history of all high schools. Do you know anyone who changed the school during the second semester of the senior? Well, I didn’t until I became one. Shortly after my 18th birthday, my parents decided that they cannot wait just 4 more months to get divorced.
My mom said “Emily… Well, you are 18 now, and you about to go to college. So, we decided that it’s about time.”
Except it wasn’t.
And, dad said “I’ll be gone for a few months until I can fix whatever is going on at the London branch. And, it looks like your mom will be off spending half of my money traveling. So, you will stay with your grandmother until your college starts. Your admission is final, so changing school won’t do anything.”
Sometimes, I wonder why my parents couldn’t work things out. They are the same irresponsible and apathatic people when it comes to parenting. Maybe they couldn’t stay being with someone who’s so similiar to themselves. I knew arguring wouldn’t change anything. I had a tearful farewell party shortly after my 18th birthday party, and I was shipped to my grandma’s.