It's all a little weird. And by a little weird I mean incredibly freaking bizarre.
I've never been one to romanticize college. This might be surprising, I imagine, but I never actually wanted to go to college. I never planned on it as a kid, never thought about about it, never really knew what it was until I started high school and suddenly that became the primary focus of everything. I went to college mainly because it was expected of me, I had to go in order to study music (what I initially went to university for), and... well, everyone else was doing it. I never wanted to go to Harvard and didn't contemplate going overseas and I wasn't too sure I wanted to think of college as similar to Hogwarts because, in the words of Darcy from Thor, "I am not dying for six college credits" (no offense, Harry Potter, but going to school with you seems like a fairly major hazard).
That being said, college has been way more amazing than I expected it to be. Okay, honestly, I had no expectations. I'd read The Overachievers and Pledged by Alexandra Robbins, both of which are books that give an interesting view of college and college-bound students. I had my dad's awesome stories but he'd gone to a liberal arts college for men in Northern Indiana that sounded myth-like and part of a system of education far unlike the one I'd be entering into. I only applied to one school and when I got it, that was it. The University of Minnesota was my top choice, partly because I was lazy and partly because it seemed the perfect fit. I seriously had my doubts my freshman year but I ended up being right. It was the perfect fit. As much as I complain about the research-centered psychology program and dislike how athletic events overshadow others things on campus and feel a bit dissociated from the University of Minnesota because it's so gigantic, I honestly love this stupid school (I've begun to use "stupid" as a term of an endearment for everything here lately. Curse you, Tumblr).
Maybe I feel this way because I'm finally feel free, not seemingly trapped here with a bunch of requirements to fulfill. I've reached the end and now I can appreciate what I've had. There's no stress, no worry (minus the bit where I wonderfully remind myself that I will be utterly unemployed by the end of August) and so, I can appreciate the weird beauty of campus and feel strangely joyous of my endearing dislike for the frat houses, the business school, the terrible communication from the higher levels of the university, and the variety of other things on campus that I've expressed contempt for over the last four years.
|Eddy Hall, circa 1933. Just in case the U is ever accused of not being classy.|
|Maybe I'm just tapping in on my inner Sherlock Holmes.|