Introduction

I am currently sitting in a Starbucks in small town America. This town, for secrecy's sake will be called Smallville. In Smallville is the college of my dreams, which luckily for me was also the college of my mom and my grandma. But this blog isn't about college, rather the steps that I have taken in order to get into college. So my legacy is at Smallville College which luckily for me hosts a summer program. This program allows high school students to take college classes for credit over the summer. So after my moms 25th reunion and my grandma's 65th reunion I was absolutely in love with Smallville College. As soon as I got home I went on the website wanting to learn everything there was to know about the school, campus and the school's history. There I found the information about a summer session that ran for four weeks. I found classes that I was interested in all the while thinking to myself, don't get your hopes up, it probably won't happen. But the very next day I was proved wrong. When I presented the idea to my parents they were all for it. Then the search for a place to stay began. Because of liability (aren't teenagers rowdy things) high schoolers are not allowed to stay in the dorm. Upon hearing this my heart fell but I refused to give up. Instead I headed to the site I has considered fit only for finding roommates that would kill you in your sleep; Craigslist. (note: Craigslist is actually pretty awesome. For my experience I found no murdering roommate-seekers)
At first I was filled with hope at the number of results that came up for apartments for rent in Smallville. However that hope waned as I narrowed my search results. Because of my lack of car I had to be not only close to the college but also to a train station so I could head back home when needed. I also needed a studio or a one bedroom, preferable one that wasn't three thousand dollars a month. So once these issues were settled I started calling people, well my mom did. The first call was upsetting as my mom was told there was "practically zero chance". Those words were engraved in my head after I read the piece of paper my mom had taken notes on. Unfortunately the next few calls got worse. Worse as in they laughed at me. Apparently needing an apartment for only a month is laughable. I did NOT think that was laughable. After I hung up the phone I yelled some choice words at the phone, hoping the person on the other side COULD hear me.
After a while I decided it was time for my dad to step in. My dad is the kind of guy who you do not want to get on the bad side of. When he wants something done he will get in done. So he did some searching, got in touch with some people and voila he found me a place to stay. It was a bed a breakfast in the next town over Smallville Hills. Little did I know this bed and breakfast would be the source of my amusement and entertainment for weeks to come.