Acceptance to the Dugoni School of Dentistry

Monday.

1:53pm.

The admissions coordinators are on the other side of the phone, congratulating me on my acceptance to the University of the Pacific Dugoni School of Dentistry. I hang up the phone and smile in disbelief, a wave of elation washing over me.

And then the happiness died, like a popped balloon.

It seems as though every four years in my life, I am faced with a life-changing quandary about whether to stay in Southern California or move to Northern California. Four years ago, the decision was between the University of Southern California and UC Berkeley. This time around, the choice is between the University of Southern California and the University of the Pacific.

In both cases, the seemingly smarter and less expensive choice was situated in northern California. My brain tells me to moves to northern California yet my heart implores me to stay. It's a bitter game of tug-of-war, of which there is no winner.

If history prevails, I will be a Trojan for the next four years.

Though this time around, the decision to stay in Southern California comes with full support from my parents (who are practically TELLING me to go to USC).

But somehow, I will always be wondering: am I a complete idiot for turning down an offer from Pacific?



Song of the Day
Tallulah - Allo Darlin'