Why Georgetown? Anonymous

At exactly 6:21 A.M., my alarm clock starts its daily, unbearable buzzing, and the familiar aroma of coffee reaches my room. My unwillingness to get out of bed is suddenly overpowered by another round of alarm clock noises. I spring out of bed, exhausted and dizzy, but eager to start my morning routine. Within an hour, I manage to run out the door, rushing to get to piano class on time. As I drive down the main street of my town, I think about the busy Saturday ahead of me: piano, music theory class, volunteering at the hospital, helping mom with her work. Unlike most of my friends, who take Saturdays for granted and sleep until noon, I save my favorite activities for the weekend, even if it means waking up a few hours earlier.

Time flies by quickly, and before I know it I find myself at the triage. Rarely is the walk-in emergency room empty, but for the first time since the summer, we have twenty minutes of peace. I take this opportunity to read a few more pages of L'Ãtranger, by Albert Camus. The head nurse, Jane, looks at me curiously, so I explain to her my goal of becoming fluent in French. Our conversation shifts to college, and I proudly tell her that I hope to attend Georgetown next fall. Naturally, she asks me why...