I have to write about the event that has most impacted me -- having to leave Villanova. Although at the time, it was really very traumatic and quite devastating, I wouldn't go back in time to change anything, because it brought to where I am today. It's like how John Locke put it to Sawyer in LOST, when Sawyer asked John why he didn't go and prevent his [past] self from experiencing a large dose of anguish -- I needed that pain.
I remember a pervasive feeling of "What the hell am I going to do now?" I wasn't sure if I would be able to continue my degree anywhere -- without my scholarship, my family simply couldn't afford Villanova's hefty $42,000/year tuition (actually $43,000 for Engineering students). For a long while I thought I could get away with not telling my parents what had happened. That didn't exactly pan out well.
I lived in confusion for a long while. I didn't have the ability to look into the future with any sense of foresight as to what I was going to do. I woke up every day and just dealt with that day. The feeling that I had for a few months until I finally forgave myself is something I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy.
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