T H E T U S C A R O R A R E V I E W 2 0 2 2 2 5 I pitied her. When she was my age she was raising a child. If I had this kid, I’d be just like my mom. But once, during an argument when I was sixteen, I declared with my outside voice that I would never end up like her. That’s the main reason I went to college. It’s not the best reason to get an education, but it worked. And what’s the alternative? Have a child? Just because you get knocked up at twenty doesn’t mean you have to give up your education, but how would that work? I haven’t even had this kid and already I’m inconvenienced. I’m missing an exam today because I’ll be too busy getting an abortion. Does Planned Parenthood write sick notes? So no, my mother doesn’t know I’m here. To be honest, if things really do go awry today the last thing I’ll need is another lecture from her. I can hear her now. Screaming at me about how I’m flushing my life down the toilet. It cost her and Dad so much money to put me in college and this is what I was doing with my extra time? Can I really be this irresponsible? I can’t even handle a student aid job without finding some way to get into trouble. I can’t take anything seriously. Not my education. Not my work. Not my relationships. What am I gonna do, sleep my way through life? I really can’t tell which one of us is right here. Am I in the process of throwing my life away or was she the one that discarded her own life along with her paintbrushes and ballet shoes? Have You Thought About Your Other Options Thoroughly What other option? Husband? Kids? House in the suburbs? No. Being maternal is not hereditary.
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