Friday, April 10, 2009

To Be A Carolina Tarheel, or Remain a Miami Hurricane






There really is no easy way to say this. Back in the beginning of the semester, I applied to a few schools for transfer, once again, I know. I applied to some of the most competitive universities in the nation, we'll probably the world, and surprisingly have been accepted to one of my top choices. Yielding only about a 32% transfer acceptance rate, the University of North Carolina chose me as one of the lucky 950 of 3000 transfer students for the Fall 2009 transfer class. I'm still awaiting a decision from another top university, but for some reason, I have a gut feeling that I will end up in Chapel Hill, North Carolina for the remainder of my college experience. Now, this is no easy decision for me to make, and definitely not one I'll make overnight. There is a lot I have to consider, such as the all the positives and negatives of my present conditions and the positives and negatives of UNC. Before this semester, I would've been ready to pack my bags immediately and leave, but this semester has acted as a turning point in my overall experience at the University of Miami. Within the past three semesters, I've met an immense amount of the student body, and have became close with many of these individuals. One of the major reasons for this sudden twist in the road was with the colonization of the Alpha Epsilon Pi, Lambda Deuteron colony at the University of Miami. Within just a little over a month, I've met over thirty Jewish males, and have become very close with all of these individuals, almost feels as if we've been brothers for longer. Part of me wants me to stay and see what we will grow into, knowing we've already grown so close in such a short time. However, another part of me has been deprived for the past three semesters. Now most of you know that I went to Maryland for one semester, and then decided to throw off the North Face and crush the Turtle. In all honesty, although I do not like to regret anything I do in life, I probably should've stayed at Maryland and learned to love the crime-infested scene of College Park and the blistering weather. However it is in my human character to do things on impulse, so at the last minute of Fall semester, I decided to throw an application into the UMiami Spring 2009 applicant pool, and without a surprise, was offered a spot in the School of Communication. Without careful deliberation, I acted on a whim, and accepted that spot, and three weeks later, I arrived at the University of Miami, as a means of doing anything to get out of the cold and dangers of Maryland. However, thinking about it now, I was so much happier there, with the exception of this semester. Arriving at Miami, I was happy, until I found myself isolated and frustrated with social conditions. I put myself out there and tried everything, but the student body of Miami was just so self-centered and not willing to allow another potential individual to share their memories with. But, now I am socially happy, to a degree, still I feel as if I'm missing an element that was present on the ground of College Park, MD. I miss so much that I had first semester of college. One of the things I mainly miss the college atmosphere. The town that is catered to the striving college students, with streets filled with cheap eateries, bars/ clubs, and windows filled with Terrapin apparel for sale. Another aspect I miss, probably the most, is the GREEK scene. I've just entered that territory, and I miss the whole Fraternity Row and all that, that large public schools have to offer. Those were two essential elements that I wanted out of my college experience. There is so much to consider in this decision. It will be a tough decision, but I know in the end, that there is such a thing as fate, and fate will work it all out and direct me in the right direction. I believe everything happens for a reason, so if I was accepted, then there must be something awaiting me in North Carolina, but I'm unsure as if I want to take that chance, and leave my future in the hands of destiny.

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