CCK Goes to College
Even from those of you who have followed my blog all along, I’ve kept much of my personal life a mystery. Partially, I was worried about privacy. However, I also simply didn’t think anyone would be interested in hearing about my daily life. But since I seem to be wrong (I love hearing about others’ lives too), here’s a little more about what I’ve been up to these past few years. I won’t start at the very beginning, even though Julie Andrews says it’s a very good place to start. Instead, I’ll start with my senior year of high school.
I’m embarrassed to say I was a college-hunting snob in high school. If it wasn’t Ivy League, I didn’t even want to look at a school. I very much wish I could go back and tell my high-school self how crazy her thinking was.
I fell in love with UPenn as soon as I set foot on campus. The only problem: Nobody told them that Katie was destined for their school. When the college letter arrived, it was suspiciously thin.
My dream school waitlisted me?!
Looking back, I know the waitlist letter (ultimately a rejection) didn’t have anything to do with my worth; it simply meant the admissions people decided I wasn’t the right fit at the time. To me, though, it felt like I wasn’t good enough. Irrationally, I still feel a little ashamed admitting my rejection, years later.
After shedding many tears over the matter (and throwing the waitlist letter in the fire. Burn! Muahahahahaha!), I settled on Bryn Mawr College. It was quiet and peaceful but also close to an urban setting. It was liberal (and far from home!), and it even participated in a consortium with UPenn, meaning I could take classes at my dream school.
BMC was a terrific school, and I thoroughly enjoyed meeting great girls and taking advantage of the school’s close proximity to Philadelphia. (I even prefer Philly to NYC, because it’s smaller and more manageable whilst still being jam-packed with fun.) But the school, itself, wasn’t right for me. You know how sometimes you can feel—in your heart—that something’s just not right? For me, Bryn Mawr was too small. It was difficult to get into all the classes I desired, since most only offered one section. I found myself signed up for classes simply because they fit my schedule: NOT cool when you’re paying for each course. And so, having scratched the “need to get away from home” itch, I transferred to SMU in Dallas. This post is getting super-long, so I think I’ll shut up… until Part 2.
Update: click for My College Story: Part Two.
Question of the Day:
How did you choose what college to attend, if you attended one? (Or, how do you plan to choose?)