Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Great and Sometimes Terrible World of Transfer Orientation

Yesterday I went to my transfer Orientation at the beautiful Loyola University Chicago. Transferring has been a whirlwind so far. I'm supremely confident that I am making the right choice to leave Roosevelt, but as for everything else I'm a big ball of worry.
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!


  1. I wouldn't worry too much about having to take an extra year. Even if you start out as an Education major at a lot of schools, its still hard to graduate in 4 years.

  2. Look at you being a real blogger with an OOTD picture!! ;)

    So excited for you to join the blogger world:)