My Future Was Just Kicked In The Ass

It seems like when things fall apart… they don’t fall. They crash.

This year has been a big year for me. The cherry on top was going to be my move to Ventura, CA to major in Film at The Brooks Institute with a decent scholarship. We moved into a great apartment earlier this month, nearly finished all our furnishings and were all set for the drive down at the end of of the month.

Halfway through a 6 hour drive from OLYMPIA, WA to ASHLAND, OR I received a panicked text from my soon to be college roommate, Stephen.

I’ll preface this by saying Stephen is a smartass (which I love because so am I) so a small part of me assumed he was pulling my leg as usual.

Further preface… the only thoughts going through my head at this point were how I would get back at Stephen for screwing with me and being a dick.

I went Google to find the number for the school but before I even got the website the news results were overwhelming my screen.

It wasn’t a joke. Brooks was closing.

The closure was complex and not as simple as I’m about to portray it but here’s the short version:

Awhile back Brooks was bought from the original Brooks Family to a larger parent organization. Partway through Brooks newest move into downtown Ventura the parent organization decided to pull out and close the school, leaving students dead in the water, buildings halfway through renovation and too many unanswered questions.

I called my admissions representative, Carlos. He had just been laid off that morning along with the rest of the Brooks staff, completely blindsided.

So here I was… with a fully furnished apartment, a one year lease… and no clue what the fuck I was going to do.

This was the first time I was ever truly scared in my life… because I had no clue where my life was going.

I don’t ever write these with the intention of finding sympathy or condolences. I write these because if someone can gain value from an experience that wasn’t ideal for me then part of me finds closure in knowing it isn’t wasted.

So what is the value of reading this now?

What I’ve learned over the past few days is there’s no such thing as set in stone. Things change when we don’t expect them to… agendas and motives shift.

There aren’t a lot of moments like this in our lives but it is these moments that really define what kind of people were on route to become.

I’m upset… I’m sad… I’m angry… I’m confused. But above all that… I’m hungrier than ever to succeed.

There’s some bliss in knowing that from here on out there’s nowhere to go but up. With every dip and crash in our lives we are bound to rise again. It’s just the way things work.

Yeah, my future got kicked in the ass… but sometimes you gotta beat things up to get them on the track they’re meant to be on.

So where do I go from here.

I have no fucking clue.

All I know right now is I’m with good people eating good food in a great place and I couldn’t be more excited about what the future might hold.


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