College Academy is one of the best opportunities that I have received while living in the United States. I plan to go very far with my education and getting a head-start for college is definitely part of that plan. As an immigrant originally from Venezuela, my mother and I came to this country with the purpose of making a better life than we could have had in our home country. I believe this program will bring me many benefits and a head-start in college. I don’t care. I don’t. I’ll just write 500 words of nothingness just so she can shut up and not take away my stupid phone and my laptop and my iPod, which even though it makes me sound materialistic, are the only things that get me through the days. Whatever; if she takes away my phone I hope I get kidnapped by goblins or something. Then how will she call me to reach me? Huh? I hate this and I hate her way of telling me to do things. I hate how she says I should do it for her for her and for her. I’m probably not even going to get in this sodding thing anyway, because I’m not worth it. Let’s face it: I’m not. Is that the kind of attitude you ant over there at your fancy academy? I wouldn’t. I’ll just graduate high school and work at McDonald’s, since apparently that’s what will happen if I don’t write this essay. That bitch. It makes me feel like dropping out of school and becoming a crackwhore. Whatever. Whatever, all I want is a flat in New York City with empty paint tubes all over the place and maybe a cute boyfriend that takes walks in Central Park with me or whatever. I want to live near Julian Casablancas. I want to learn guitar. I want to hold hands with a guy I like. I don’t want to sit here at two in the morning crying because I suck at life. Because I’m not even going to get in, since I haven’t done anything worthwhile and I don’t even have two language credits. And if I do get in, I’m going to turn it down and inside out and set it on fire and throw it out the window. I have zero service hours, I’ve done nothing for my community, and I’ve done nothing for anyone. I’ve just sat here, doing my math homework and not failing. And then now that the economy’s fucked up there’s no more scholarships, so I can’t even go to art school, ‘cause I can’t fucking pay it. I have no money, my mother has no money, my father won’t send that much money and I want to punch someone in the face. Whoever put us in this recession, I want to punch every single one of them in the face. I want all of it to go away. I want all of you to go away. Go away.