I left high school tired and confused. Having my whole life desired one thing and pursued one love – a love for the art and science of literature, for inkblots on bare paper, for the destruction of the pristine with the flawed beauty of the written word – I was wasted, rendered exhausted by the pressures under which I forced myself to toil for four long years. I had lost my way, stumbling off a path I once knew so well, weighed down by my wide array of interests, terrified to commit to one and be glued to it, riddled with regret, for the rest of my life. Feeling trapped, I regarded the list of schools to which I had been accepted, selected one I believed covered all bases, and, throwing up my hands, I entered undeclared.
Plymouth State University has met my needs in many ways. With its beautiful scenery and …show more content…
My teachers were incredibly well-meaning, and some very knowledgeable, and many of my classes were extremely rewarding, but, as I was forced to reflect, there was one important component missing. The atmosphere was not conducive to learning. Students attended with the intention of partying, met the baseline standards for graduation, and left. There was no impetus for achievement, and no real consequences for such irresponsible actions unless they did not comply with the law (and even then, police were lenient).
This lackadaisical attitude toward education is, in truth, my primary reason for transferring. I want to attend a school where students strive for the attainment of a good academic experience, as opposed to a degree. Too often have I heard the words “it’s just a piece of paper that you need to get a job,” trivializing the entire purpose for education – to pursue knowledge and higher understanding; to reduce the enormity of your ignorance; to produce art and gain an appreciation for the art of others. I wish to attend a university where these are the guiding
Plymouth State University has met my needs in many ways. With its beautiful scenery and …show more content…
My teachers were incredibly well-meaning, and some very knowledgeable, and many of my classes were extremely rewarding, but, as I was forced to reflect, there was one important component missing. The atmosphere was not conducive to learning. Students attended with the intention of partying, met the baseline standards for graduation, and left. There was no impetus for achievement, and no real consequences for such irresponsible actions unless they did not comply with the law (and even then, police were lenient).
This lackadaisical attitude toward education is, in truth, my primary reason for transferring. I want to attend a school where students strive for the attainment of a good academic experience, as opposed to a degree. Too often have I heard the words “it’s just a piece of paper that you need to get a job,” trivializing the entire purpose for education – to pursue knowledge and higher understanding; to reduce the enormity of your ignorance; to produce art and gain an appreciation for the art of others. I wish to attend a university where these are the guiding