<p>I arrived in Bloomington, Indiana with the noblest of intentions. I had done research, I had looked at rankings, I had visited the campus, I had even visited and posted on College Confidential.</p>
<p>I thought I had it all figured out. I was going to go to IU for Kelley, for their business program. I was going to get job offers that only Ivy Leaguers typically get and spend less than half of what they do on my education. After all, I had read online that it was possible, I had seen their investment banking workshop, I had seen their placement statistics.</p>
<p>I was going to make it big. Or so I thought.</p>
<p>I got lucky at first. By chance my age made me just old enough that I could live in an on-campus apartment while most freshmen have to endure the dorms. I bought a big bed and a big TV and moved right in.</p>
<p>Things went well at first. I had a freshmen only class that was small and had spirited discussions. I seemed to be doing well. But most importantly I was there, making it.</p>
<p>Things went downhill from there.</p>
<p>I remember sitting in that freshmen only class and hearing our teacher Gerald Pugh compare us to Ivy Leaguers. He made some motions with his hands. "You're here" he said holding his palm out flat. "They're here" he said holding his other palm out flat, higher than the first one.</p>
<p>I soon learned what a 'weeder' course is when I got my first grade back from BUS-A100 Intro to Accounting. A 50%. I remember taking the exam and thinking I got at least a B. That's how trick questions work. With legitimate questions you know when you're stumped. But when Professor Tiller pulls out his "Is a gain or loss on a sale of land included in the income statement" and then deftly inserts it into a question that has basically nothing to do with that, you skate by thinking you're doing fine. Never mind that that material is covered in mere seconds in the class immediately before the first exam.</p>
<p>About half of the people in BUS-A100 will withdraw from it after they take that first exam. Doesn't mean they won't come back and take it again, I did, but they're done for the moment.</p>
<p>Things proceeded to get worse. I was told by Gerald Pugh that I was doing fine in his class, he never filed midterm grade reports even though he is required to do so by the university, but still I thought I was doing fine. I got the lowest grade in the entire course.</p>
<p>I soon became embroiled in a grade appeal where I valiantly tried to get the grades changed of every single student in that course since none of us were ever told our grades. I was told by the Academic Fairness Committee that I could have either a grade of P or W.</p>
<p>I never really became involved in the traditional campus party lifestyle that is so prevalent at IU. Getting plastered and blacking out at a house party never really appealed to me. So positions like fraternity president and being involved with things like Little 500 passed me by. Some teachers actually believe that holding such positions is a good thing and look down on those who don't 'get involved' with the campus.</p>
<p>I fought it. I studied hard, researched possible career options, applied to join the kelley student government, looked into forming an IU gun club, but it didn't matter. Burnout was taking its course and fight as you may, if you don't find a place to belong at IU you will suffer for it.</p>
<p>I became aware of things that the teachers and administrators prefer to keep quiet. I mentioned weeding earlier but it goes deeper than that. The teachers here actually resent the students for their party lifestyle. So they try to weed them out with trick questions and low class averages. Funny thing is, the people that succeed and are happy at IU are those very partiers who join fraternities or sororities, get access to secret class files, and do well at IU. They are the ones who end up in the investment banking workshop and oddly enough the ones who get the big-time investment banking gigs that I was crazy about.</p>
<p>The injustice of it all, the sheer madness started to get to me. I wrote about it in classes that didn't really require it, such as BUS-X220 Career Perspectives and was smacked down by teachers who simply didn't want to hear it. My grades suffered.</p>
<p>Strange things started to happen to me. Bad things. My moped was towed first, and then vandalized. The people in the upstairs apartment began tapping on the walls at all hours of the day and night. I tried tapping out messages in morse code as my cute way of communicating with them but all I got back was indiscriminate tapping. They tapped so frequently I couldn't sleep. I tried going up and knocking on their door to get them to quiet down, but they always pretended that they weren't home, even though I could hear them inside.</p>
<p>Not only did the neighbors upstairs tap on the walls, but soon everyone in the entire apartment complex began tapping on the walls. They would tap immediately after I did something, anything in my apartment. If I shined a flashlight on a wall they would tap on that wall. If I paused the TV, they would tap on the wall. If they saw me rollover in bed they would tap on the wall.</p>
<p>There is so much more to this story but I've already taken up so much space here, let me just leave it as it is. To end this story, or at least what you should take away from it, don't go to IU, if you are out-of-state stay out-of-state if you are in-state and you have no other options due to financial concerns then realize immediately what you are in for.</p>
<p>Realize that there is a price for doing the right thing, and while it may have benefits down the road, you may not see them for a while.</p>