UTSA
Almost two years ago at UTSA, I had this farfetched goal of transferring to UT. I would sit at my desk on the internet late at night and during study breaks I would look up everything about UT. I would lean back in my chair and dream of what it would be like to go to school at UT. I wanted to wear the burnt orange, to look up at the Tower in person, and to put my hands in the water fountain at the end of University Avenue. I wanted to meet the students at UT, to take the same classes and tests, and do the same homework. I wanted to complain about the traffic and pretentiously tell people about how cool the live music scene is here, bro. Most of all I wanted to be challenged. UTSA is a great school, and I loved my time there, but I felt …show more content…
However, at least at UTSA the most you saw of UT was the occasional burnt orange hat or t-shirt. It was such a big tease walking past the business building everyday, seeing the students frequently walk out of the building dressed in suits and hearing about events going on there. It felt almost naughty walking through the building on the rare occasion I did need to. It's a special place. The floors there are made of a rich, marble-ly looking soft purple, plaques from donors adorn the walls, the floor plan is confusing (I assume because the building seems more sophisticated that way), there are escalators everywhere, the bathrooms are different from everywhere else on campus, and the doors of offices are outlined in a thick, light-colored wood. Every entrance makes you feel like you own the place, it’s 6 stories tall, and they blast the A/C in there like the janitors had a bet to see how low they could get the temperature before someone said something.
It’s simply beautiful, and I saw it all the time, but I wasn’t allowed to enjoy it. Most parts of me wanted to be in the Business school for the curriculum, the personal development, and the career opportunities, but another part of me, I confess, just wanted to be in the damn building sometimes, man! It has its own café for God’s
Almost two years ago at UTSA, I had this farfetched goal of transferring to UT. I would sit at my desk on the internet late at night and during study breaks I would look up everything about UT. I would lean back in my chair and dream of what it would be like to go to school at UT. I wanted to wear the burnt orange, to look up at the Tower in person, and to put my hands in the water fountain at the end of University Avenue. I wanted to meet the students at UT, to take the same classes and tests, and do the same homework. I wanted to complain about the traffic and pretentiously tell people about how cool the live music scene is here, bro. Most of all I wanted to be challenged. UTSA is a great school, and I loved my time there, but I felt …show more content…
However, at least at UTSA the most you saw of UT was the occasional burnt orange hat or t-shirt. It was such a big tease walking past the business building everyday, seeing the students frequently walk out of the building dressed in suits and hearing about events going on there. It felt almost naughty walking through the building on the rare occasion I did need to. It's a special place. The floors there are made of a rich, marble-ly looking soft purple, plaques from donors adorn the walls, the floor plan is confusing (I assume because the building seems more sophisticated that way), there are escalators everywhere, the bathrooms are different from everywhere else on campus, and the doors of offices are outlined in a thick, light-colored wood. Every entrance makes you feel like you own the place, it’s 6 stories tall, and they blast the A/C in there like the janitors had a bet to see how low they could get the temperature before someone said something.
It’s simply beautiful, and I saw it all the time, but I wasn’t allowed to enjoy it. Most parts of me wanted to be in the Business school for the curriculum, the personal development, and the career opportunities, but another part of me, I confess, just wanted to be in the damn building sometimes, man! It has its own café for God’s