Loyola is a beautiful school. It is the perfect balance of city surroundings with a real college campus feel, and their program is going to be much more challenging (aka better) than the education I've been getting at Roosevelt. I'm psyched for the challenge, and I was equally psyched for orientation. I was picturing something similar to my freshman orientation: ice breaker games, meeting my enthusiastic peers, etc. That is not transfer orientation.
The day began auspiciously enough: my mom and I arrived to them handing out free stuff. I love free stuff! I was happy because I'd gotten up extra early so I could get semi-dressed up. You know what I mean: dressy enough that you look good but not so much that you look like you were trying.
|Orientation Day Apparel!|
The sessions they offered were hit or miss. Some were super informative, like the part on off-campus living. Other parts seemed like filler because they didn't know what to do with us, and during these I seriously considered escaping to an empty classroom for a nap. Among my fellow transfer students there was an air of skepticism. Everyone there was transferring from somewhere else for a reason, and we needed to be convinced that things here would be better. It didn't exactly lead to the bonding experience I was hoping for. I was looking forward to my one on one meeting with my adviser at the end of the day so I could pick my classes, and everything else seemed to just drag on.
Unfortunately, my meeting was not all that I hoped. My adviser was nice enough and helpful, but she dropped a bad news bomb on me almost right away: I will most likely be in school for three more years.
After that, I couldn't really enjoy the rest of my time on campus. I didn't want to let on to my mom that something was wrong, so I just walked around in a daze, less than enthusiastically answering her questions about my fall classes. I know it isn't the end of the world, and I'm trying to cut my extra time in school down, but I am horrified picturing all of my best friends graduating and me still having a year to go. Unfortunately I'm someone who took a bit of time to find my calling in life, and the multiple changes of major put me a little behind the curve.
If I can take positives out of my new status as a sophomore- again- it's that I know I'm making the right choice and I can't wait to be a teacher.
|The Information Commons at Loyola, where I registered and will probably be spending a lot of time studying over the next three years!|