It really just snuck up on me...It's not that I'm scared about the future. I am ready to take it all in stride--I have a plan: research, work, then grad school. It's just that...
I haven't given myself much time to reflect on my experiences. I still remember, as if it were yesterday, the sinking feeling I felt freshman year upon realizing that I would have to share a bedroom with a crazy person. (Just one of the precious memories...) These and other moments of collegiate glory, are all bubbling up now that I am reaching the end of the college phase. This blog is my effort to piece together all the memories and lessons learned , to make some sense of it, and give people a realistic view of life at an Ivy League university and others who share my experience, an entertaining reminder of the joy, pain, and ridiculousness that it entails.
I haven't given myself much time to reflect on my experiences. I still remember, as if it were yesterday, the sinking feeling I felt freshman year upon realizing that I would have to share a bedroom with a crazy person. (Just one of the precious memories...) These and other moments of collegiate glory, are all bubbling up now that I am reaching the end of the college phase. This blog is my effort to piece together all the memories and lessons learned , to make some sense of it, and give people a realistic view of life at an Ivy League university and others who share my experience, an entertaining reminder of the joy, pain, and ridiculousness that it entails.
And even though it feels like the end, its not over yet. I still have one more year to get my money's worth--who knows what blog-worthy experiences I will accumulate in the passing months?
But first, a word on what this blog is NOT:
This is NOT an "insider's guide" to the Ivy League.
Insider's guides tend to be a bit sensational. The reality is that just like every college experience the Ivy League experience is different for everyone, and while there are some commonalities among us--ie: really (for the most part) smart people and some intense competition--college really is what you make it. And just in case you were wondering, going to Penn is nothing like Skulls I or II. (or at least it isn't for me.)
This is NOT an attempt to convince you of the superiority of private universities.
Don't worry I'm not that into myself. While I am happy I got in--don't believe all the hype. Of course there are benefits, but the Ivy League isn't the only route to a great education--after all econ 1 is hard everywhere. (unless you actually enjoy mathematically-based theories or something outrageous like that)
This is NOT an exposé.
Unless you consider getting tipsy off of a wine cooler scandalous, this blog will bear no resemblance to an exposé. With the exception of a few anecdotes here and there (third person of course), you will be hard pressed to find any juicy accounts of sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll here. If that's what you are looking for, read erotica or something...
This IS an honest appraisal of my experiences. Enjoy.
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