At first she sleeps blissfully, imagining herself leaving this bucolic, baron locale
Her mind leisurely wonders what getting away from home-base will feel like
Sweet independence and freedom are just around the banked curve
Making new friends at every venture in her mind
Yearning for the peaceful day when she will not have anyone tell her where she is supposed to be
 
Alas, the one impediment keeping her still awake is whether she will get in
The crowning achievement in this journey would be going somewhere well-thought-of
 
Tossing and Turning….

           Where will the currency come from?
           How far from family should she wander on this expedition?
           Will she be able to handle the fresh experiences this next
                 chapter will bring when she has never travelled to such
                 distances before?
 
The nightmare sets in as she worries about making repasts; it has always
     been done by someone else up to this point
The wash will be a trial as well – the mountainous piles that need sorting,
     folding, and putting away
And lest she overlook how tedious it will be to maintain an organized
     chamber; an organized lifestyle
In her trance she hopes she is well equipped to leave behind the only life
     she has ever known
 
1120, 1280, 1410, the tallies taunt and torment her subconscious like so
     many schoolyard bullies
92.3, 94.1, 98.6; her marks have come to be measured like temperatures
     on a thermometer, hoping the numbers will rise ever higher
She wonders if they will find her suitable enough to join the place of her
     DREAMS
She fears the rejection and yet moreover cries out at the thought of not
     being able to stay
 
College is about moving forward
Except what if it takes her back?