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Over the past few months, I have realized that I have become more capricious in my thoughts about colleges and what I will do when I am finally ready to go. I have changed my major informally at least three times and decided exactly what kind of size school I would like and in what kind of environment, only to change it again and again. All of this though, was rendered basically useless when I finally visited my first set of schools.
I decided to start with SUNY Geneseo, as they told me they were having tours that weekend and I thought it would be nice to go upstate with my dad. After making the tiring five and a half hour journey, I walked into the informational session and then proceeded to the campus tour. My oh my, was it wonderful. While certainly not the top school on my list, Geneseo, with its commitment to undergrads, great travel abroad programs, and student involvement, really made me feel like it was a good fit. And there and then, the proverbial light bulb came instantaneously out of nowhere and gave me oh so familiar, wonderfully cliche, Joey-esq feeling of epiphany.
I woke up. All of the statistics, the numbers, including accepted averages, number of acceptances, average SAT/ACT score, and the rest, all seemed completely foreign. They didn’t fit in the world of college matches. Where a student feels at home, gets the opportunities he/she needs to succeed after college, and will enjoy the four years said to be the best one will have in life, those are what should dictate the college admissions process; not how well I can write about my fake cousins death and how it relates to Macbeth in the span of twenty minutes. But, just as in my last article (shameless plug), reality would not do me the simple favor of giving me the day off. I realized like so many before me, children mostly, that you cant just get what you want by pounding on admissions officer’s doors. But more on that disappointment later.
Due to my sister’s recent engagement, (shout out to her!), I was in California for about a week. I decided then that I should be proactive and visit the two schools, USC and UCLA, that really interested me over there. Checking and signing up for a tour at USC was extremely simple and easy, and they had many dates open, unlike their LA neighbor, which told me I needed to schedule 3-4 weeks in advance; so it looked like only one was on my plate. But again, how one simple turn of events can shock a person is truly remarkable.
I arrived at the school on a stereotypical California morning, and immediately, the sheer size of the structures of USC took hold of my corneas. I became affixed to every pile of stone formed and shaped into the remarkable pillars, walls and otherwise that made up SC. The beckoning walkway told me to move forward and see more of the massive buildings that lay around the open-set campus, and indeed it seemed unnatural to simply stay immobile when so much lay ahead of me, so much space to discover.
Now, you may be thinking that the tone of which I speak about the school shows the desire of which I gained to attend; you may yet be thinking, why am I reading the rantings of a high school senior when I could just as easily be indulging myself in a spacious vat of ice cream? By all means, indulge, but do not finish reading, for my point is not finished still. My point is this. The buildings were enormous and the ceilings towering; the students, evidently enjoying their freshman luau, were innumerable, and I saw but a fraction of their population. Everything, in short, was on grand scale, and while I appreciate the large and mostly attractive buildings, I still got a feeling that furthered my initial belief after visiting comparatively minuscule Geneseo; I belong somewhere small.
Don’t get me wrong readers, it was beautiful. The upkeep was stellar; the buildings, some modernistic, others rustic, gave great contrast to one another mirroring the great diversity within the population of students itself. But I don’t think it was for me. Maybe a rash judgement, as many of mine seem to be so these days, but I think that the college town, so sheltered away from the rest of the world, it becomes it’s a microcosm itself. I have a lot of exploring yet to do, colleges to see, towns to visit, but once again in my search, I think I’ve found some real direction. I will apply to schools that may still fit me in order to weigh my options, just as I have said I will do after each new revelation dawns upon me, but another new piece to the puzzle has been added to change what the ultimate result will be.
What is that?
Give me a few months, jeez…
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