I was sweating in places I didn't think sweat could exist. My father has a big say in my life and he's the one paying for college.
So, feeling forced, I visited Bryn Mawr on accepted student's day.
I had it all planned: I would apply to Penn early decision, be accepted in December, and enjoy the rest of senior year while investing in Penn lanyards, bumper stickers, and sweatshirts for the family. Most of my other colleges were close to home, because my father said he wouldn't pay for college outside of a 20-mile radius of our house. I also liked Drexel for its design school and co-op program. A lot of my best friends are guys, and I was looking forward to dating in college. Even after I was accepted to most of my other colleges, I felt that the purpose of my life had shattered into a million pieces.
Bryn Mawr was on my list only because my dad pestered me into applying. On Penn's early decision day, I was at my computer at 5 p.m., when the decisions were due. My dad, who believes in brand names, thought that Bryn Mawr was the most prestigious of all my options.
Now I take the train into Philadelphia, have an on-campus job, and use my own judgment. But it was hard to adjust to dorm life after having my own huge room, and to my roommate's sleep patterns (I fall asleep when her night is just beginning.) The academics and professors here are excellent, although the courses are tough.
Since there are fewer assignments that are weighted much more, it is imperative to know what your professors are looking for and how they grade. With too much time on my hands, I analyzed every aspect of my college choice and focused only on the things I disliked.
f I had to choose between the probability of me attending an all-women's college and the commencement of the zombie apocalypse, I would've chosen the latter.
It just goes to show that it's never too late to change your friend circle. I knew this was my major after my first class because I found myself thinking about the material outside the classroom. This summer, I will be in Pune, India doing an anthropology internship creating multimedia ethnographies and working with a healthcare NGO. Through my tears, I kept rereading the first line of the e-mail: "The Committee regrets to inform you...
University of Pennsylvania was my dream school and love of my life since I was a child. The Committee regrets to inform you..." It was a disaster.