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The College Confusion!

So I got accepted to Symbiosis Institute of Media & Communication. I know I must be bursting with joy, and monkey dancing at having qualified for SIMC which is the fourth best college for media in India. But I'm not.
When I saw the mail, I wasn't happy or thrilled. I was just normal. SIMC is a great place to pursue media. But I sit the best place for me? Or, the right one?
Being clueless as to what to do in the future( which is actually in reference to my inability to decide on a proper career? and still reeling from Stephens blatant but totally expected rejection of my application, (I guess at some sub conscious level, I let my imagination get the better of me), SIMC didn't thrill me.
Also I got the leftover seats, because it was selected in the second merit list. Not exactly something to be proud of.
Also coupled with the fact that my perfect, 'extraordinary extracurricular' plans that I had in place to secure Harvard go out of the window when I move to Pune.
I don’t really think I can fit in with a crowd of ultra thin, waif like girls who tend to eat little and whose choices of clothing amounts to the size of a handkerchief, and their super cool, pipe smoking boyfriends or the nightclub regulars.
Another part is moving to an alien city where I know nobody. My warm Bangalorean attitude will be frowned upon in Martha land and my Southern values mocked at.
Actually, I’m making up excuses. The real issue is the independence at hand and the dependence I leave behind.
I love my parents and am extremely indulged and attached to them. The most I've been without them is during NCC Camp in eighth. So this new offer of independence leads me question myself. Am I wise enough to trust myself? Will I be able to say "NO", even if it means that I am forever after banished to Social Siberia? Can I stay grounded when I am there? Will I be safe?
See, I've never been in a position to trust myself enough to know right from wrong. At least, not until now. What do you think?
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