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January 4, 2007
I feel I should write, if only to get the pictures of the damn cat out of the way, even if I don’t have the opportunity, at this time, to be as thorough as I need to be.
I’ve made quite a transition.
In late December, I applied to a very private college located right in my city. Mind you, this would be my second transition to another university in the three years I’ve been a student. Upon meeting my creative writing professor for the first time last night, she appropriately labeled me a gypsie.
Anyway, I was accepted, sent in some of my more formal writing, and was awarded a scholarship.
On the day of orientation, I expected what I had witnessed at my last two universities - signs of welcome and hundreds, if not thousands, of undergraduates carrying printed plastic bags and scurrying back and forth to different stations set up for financial aid, athletics, academics, etc.
I was hard pressed to find one person on my new campus. The driveway to campus led past trees and mansions and large, grassy fields. I parked and walked, searching for anyone. I finally ran into a girl who directed me to the opposite end of campus.
Long story short, I found the building, and the room, and the twelve other girls there for orientation. Twelve. Which says a lot about the total enrollment.
We were then served a catered lunch (the were four forks! Four!), and the president of the college came in and talked to us all together and individually. At my table, there was a girl from India, one from Africa, one from Iraq, and a tiny little blonde from Texas who spoke with such a deep southern drawl that I was having more trouble understanding her than the Indian girl. And the boys? No boys. None. This same institution was at one time, for the years following its openning, designed to provide an education for girls similar to that of boys of the time, while also providing training on becoming a proper wife.
Of course, the wifery aspect has since been dropped, but I can’t help but feel like I am living Mona Lisa Smile.
Following the dinner, we were each handed tablet PC’s in carrying cases complete with the school’s embroidered emblem.
The whole time, I was thinking, where the hell am I? I dreaded orientations. But this? This was a vacation.
My meeting with my advisor and my first day of classes are stories all their own. That, in addition to the fact that I’ve moved into what’s probably the most beautiful apartment in the city.
Appropriate for the first week of a new year.
Categories: College, Daily, Pittsburgh
January 5th, 2007 at 6:38 pm
If you don’t mind me being nosy, what university did you get into? Congratulations! You sound very happy. :)
January 10th, 2007 at 2:42 pm
I was an internet sleuth today and figured out what school you’re going to. Color me jealous.
January 16th, 2007 at 11:19 pm
Oooh, I know too! :)