Although I was a student at Syracuse, it just didn’t feel right. I had my I.D and my S.U hoodie, but it didn’t change the fact that I did not like where I was. I was taking classes with adults who had been out of school for over 2 decades. There’s nothing wrong with this, but I did not fit in with them and I wanted a different college experience. This is the first time I’m admitting this to anyone, but it made me even more frustrated when I was placed in remedial Math and English classes. Unlike other students, I had to take classes all year round just to keep up with the full-time students in an attempt to graduate on time and make myself feel like I experienced the real deal. So many people had no idea I was in this situation because I was embarrassed that I was not initially accepted. When I told people I would be going to Syracuse, all I would hear was, “Wow, Syracuse is a good school.” I knew if I told them I was a part-time student, they would not be as enthusiastic. Being a part-time student was like going to a community college, an experience that was often times undervalued. Not that other people’s opinion should matter, but when you’re eighteen years old, your pride is everything. I did not feel like answering the question as to why I didn’t get
Although I was a student at Syracuse, it just didn’t feel right. I had my I.D and my S.U hoodie, but it didn’t change the fact that I did not like where I was. I was taking classes with adults who had been out of school for over 2 decades. There’s nothing wrong with this, but I did not fit in with them and I wanted a different college experience. This is the first time I’m admitting this to anyone, but it made me even more frustrated when I was placed in remedial Math and English classes. Unlike other students, I had to take classes all year round just to keep up with the full-time students in an attempt to graduate on time and make myself feel like I experienced the real deal. So many people had no idea I was in this situation because I was embarrassed that I was not initially accepted. When I told people I would be going to Syracuse, all I would hear was, “Wow, Syracuse is a good school.” I knew if I told them I was a part-time student, they would not be as enthusiastic. Being a part-time student was like going to a community college, an experience that was often times undervalued. Not that other people’s opinion should matter, but when you’re eighteen years old, your pride is everything. I did not feel like answering the question as to why I didn’t get