<p>Dear darling parents, </p>
<p>I know while my cousins were going to Chinese School, I had my hair streaked pink. I know that while they were doing math problems five levels above, I signed myself up for a Kurt Vonnegut cult. I know that while they interned at a research lab, I built my own webdesign business. I know that when they wanted to be doctors, I decided to be a journalist so I could poke my nose into other people's lives.</p>
<p>And I know that while they applied to Ivy Leagues, I applied to "what--where's that?" </p>
<p>See, mom, I know that you feel frustrated with me. I understand that everyone, even the dogs go to a prestigous school. I know you feel a bit of loss when your siblings, in-laws, and friends toss around brand name schools and you're off to mutter my top choice. I know you rush to explain where and what the school is known for, and don't quite feel so content with the "Ah, I see(s)." </p>
<p>I want you to know that I fully support my choice, with or without you. I really try my best to conform, but after all these years, I have to say I've grown comfortable in being me. I take my own route, and I've gained my own successes. I wish you appreciated them, as I've grown to enjoy them. I got there my own way, didn't I? </p>
<p>Pink hair never stopped me from being in the top 5% of class did it? But being in the top didn't stop me from applying to the schools US News must have accidentally reversed in numerical order, did it? </p>
<p>All other parents, I ask that when we have family and friend get togethers, that you don't give me an "oh" in answer to the college I decided upon. I don't need your congratulations, but I would like it, because you mean a lot to me. If it makes you feel better, I'll even let you walk off feeling smug that your child is going to a top ranked college, while I will fail in my lesser one. (But if you do walk off with a plainly smug smirk, I might give you the burnt hot dog.)</p>
<p>For future black sheeps, I hope you would never understand us (for your sanity) but be there for us, to take the detours. Straight lines aren't for us, we like to careen in late with chocolate in hand, all big smiles. </p>
<p>Parents, I'm happy. Please be happy for me. </p>
<p>Yours Truly, </p>
<p>The Black Sheep (baaa.)</p>