This is my last year of high school. While I’m extremely excited to be finished with the system and the people I’ve been stuck with for 13 years, my education isn’t over after this. I’m going off to college next year, and although I’m pretty sure I know where I’m going, I won’t say until I officially commit.

Most of my friends are in the same boat as me right now. We either have a good idea but still aren’t 100 percent or some are completely clueless. I’d say that only a few seniors know for sure where they’re going to college next year. However, those people are the ones proudly wearing their collegiate apparel and making the rest of us look like indecisive idiots. Those are the few who’ve posted their intentions on Facebook and whose proud mothers tell everyone they run into about the decision.

And it’s great for them that they’ve already committed. But when my mother runs into someone at the grocery store whose child is definitely attending the University of Indiana next year, has been admitted into its business school, has picked a roommate, and already has home weekends planned out, it inspires her to come home and ask me if I’ve officially decided. Or if I know my definitive major. Or when I want to study abroad. Or if I’m choosing a random roommate or searching for someone. Or what brand of laundry detergent I plan on using next year.