Xenia Hatzilias
Stories (2/0)
What... like it's hard?
It was 2008, I was sitting in my therapist’s office one night after school. My Mom made me start coming here after she and my dad told us they were getting a divorce. Really, I wasn’t surprised, they had a volatile relationship with a lot of yelling on one end (Dad) and a lot of silence and resentment on the other (Mom). Nonetheless, they started going to a couple’s counselor who suggested they bring us kids to see someone as well. My therapist and I talked about a lot of stuff including my boyfriend, parents, the divorce, but mostly school and college. I knew from as far back as I can remember that I wanted to go to college. My Mom is from Newfoundland, Canada and my dad is from Athens, Greece. They met in Florida (it’s a long story) where my mom went to Nursing school and my dad got his AA at a Junior College. Neither of them really pushed college, but they did push hard work and education in general. I love reading and writing because of that (and my Grandparents) so I ended up going to magnet school programs and becoming friends with other kids whose parents prioritized school as well. We all wanted to go to college. We were all going to college. It was a fact, not an option. Also, if you’ve ever watched Gilmore Girls or Legally Blonde you would know that the ultimate goal is Harvard or Yale. What... like it’s hard?
By Xenia Hatzilias3 years ago in Journal
The Breakup
Where do I begin? The very thought I’ve had on in my mind for the past 324 days. I have maintained this indescribable feeling of freedom, fear, and uncertainty yet I’m told over and over how brave and calm I am. It doesn’t make sense. None of the past year has made sense and yet I don’t know how it could have gone any other way.
By Xenia Hatzilias3 years ago in Fiction