Heavy, part two
in which I made perhaps the most painful decision of my life, and lived to tell the tale. I went to university. Because that's what you're supposed to do after high school, and the alternative was to stay at home and get a 'real' job. So I went to Indiana University of Pennsylvania. I wanted to pursue a career as a singer, but two out of three parents didn't believe in me enough to encourage that. And when someone keeps telling you you're not good enough, you believe them. So I went to university, to pursue a music education degree. It was a mistake. It wasn't what I wanted, and I was terrible at it. Then came the events that led to That Day. I was home on summer break, and looking forward to going back for a summer session to try and repeat a couple of classes so I could go back in the fall. I remember I had pitched a tent out in the yard and 'camped out' with my older little brother (I think he would have been 3 at the time). Early in the morning, ...