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Okay... because you asked so nicely (and because I already wrote the whole thing and just had to cut and paste.....
My Story…. Part 2
I had also applied to and been accepted at the state university in the city where we lived. My only option was to start there in the fall and since I would be paying “out of state” tuition rates, live at home. Not exactly the college experience I had hoped for, but at least it would bring me one step closer to my goal of transferring. I arrived at orientation and after a tour, made my way to a row of tables set up by the organizations on campus. I eagerly scanned the row for GLOs, hoping to see some of the same ones that I knew had chapters at the other campus. What was this, no GLOs at all? How could this be? This was a university and ALL universities had a Greek system, didn’t they? Apparently not. I was crushed and MAD!! Here I was not only hundreds of miles from the U of F where I was supposed to be and not even at my second choice, but living at home and attending a school I wasn’t even excited about and THEY had the bad manners not to have a Greek system for me!!! It was just all too much. I ran to my car and sat there for quite a while crying and pounding on the steering wheel railing at the misfortune that I had endured in the last year.
Well, the fall semester starts and I attend classes, work part time and take care of my younger brothers when my Mom needs me to. I don’t love the university I attend, but I think “That’s okay because I’m only here for this year”. At Christmas, I fill out my second application to the “University of Red Brick Sidewalks and Towering Oaks”, stating that I am applying to the Business School and send it on its way. This time I get a letter back almost immediately and it is NOT thick. Guess what, you can only apply to the Business School as a junior transfer. No sophomores allowed!! I had no clue this was the case. So, what to do? Spend another year living at home and then reapply or change my intended major? I guessed another year of living at home wouldn’t kill me and this way I could have all the pre-reqs for Business School behind me and could save some money to help cover the additional cost of housing when I transfer. So I make my decision and all through my sophomore year, I keep thinking “Just one more year, just one more year”.
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