<p>Good evening parents,</p>
<p>I'm posting here because I'm plagued with a problem that I can't talk to my own parents or friends at school about, lest I be a brat or downer ;).</p>
<p>The issue: I'm a junior and have had a subpar time at college. More than subpar, really - I feel like it's been the greatest disappointment of my life. </p>
<p>Let me explain.</p>
<p>I have always loved school. History and English were my passion; the teachers were witty and challenging, and class discussion was both hilarious and eye-opening. I started to imagine a college filled with classes like those, and minus all of the stifling filler HS comes with (health, chemistry, lunch on that same old picnic bench every day, etc.). I imagined a college with tons of clubs and activities I could be a part of. It was a place where people were quirky and liked school as much as I did, a place where I could spend long nights curled up reading and long days in vigorous class discussion. </p>
<p>Naturally, I looked towards the more elite institutions (I say naturally not just because the quirky kids, strong humanities, and great discussions seemed typical of many top colleges, but also because my peers in upper-class suburbia had their eyes on the same prize).</p>
<p>I started looking early, and spent 4 years of high school dreaming about going to Brown, or maybe University of Chicago, etc. I put up pictures of college campuses in my room. My friends bought my college hats and t-shirts for my birthday. When I had a free second, I didn't get on "Myspace" (that's what they had back then!), or watch television. I read college guide books and colleges' websites.</p>
<p>Senior year came around and I applied to the schools of my dreams. I got into every last one of them. I was elated. </p>
<p>My parents, on the other hand, were not. They told me they couldn't afford any of the schools I had picked, and sent me packing to Big State U. Yes, it was out of the blue - they always refused to have a serious discussion about money with me, since money was a "private matter." I asked them to let me take a "gap year" to work full time and save up for my education. They told me I would hate it. They told me I wouldn't make enough money to make a difference, anyway. I listened without putting up much of a fight. I thought they were right.</p>
<p>I tried to make the best of it. I really did. It was hard to not be horribly disappointed, and I won't lie and say I wasn't. But I made As and Bs my first semester. Still, I disliked my classes. They were too large, and no-one ever did the reading or homework, so "discussion" was always the teacher staring blankly ahead, force feeding us the answers. The clubs I was interested in were so large the little, shy me felt they were just too much - the first club meeting I went to had over 100 attendees, and everyone seemed to know each other from high school. </p>
<p>My parents told me that as the classes got harder, they would get smaller and students would become more engaged. I stuck it out. Second semester was more of the same. Third semester was more of the same. My grades tanked, and I no longer felt passion for learning. I eeked by with Cs. Now I am in 400-level classes with 50+ people in them, with one or two kids answering all of the questions and everyone else on their laptops looking at Facebook. </p>
<p>I am filled with regret. Filled with regret I didn't apply to schools where I could have received scholarships (maybe Smith? maybe Washington University St. Louis?). Filled with regret that I didnt put up a bigger fight about working to pay my way. I didn't know. I was too young. I didn't know about schools that gave merit money versus those that didn't. I didn't know that I would have been happier working, rather than sticking it out at a school I hated, didn't know I could even apply to a totally different set of schools at the end of the year. I wish I could go back and change it all. Wish I could tell myself anything that would have stopped me from being Here. </p>
<p>Sometimes I dream about what it would be like to go to a different school. Sometimes I cry thinking about all of the things I should have done differently. </p>
<p>College was really my Dream, and I feel like it's been absolutely shattered. I don't know how to stop feeling this horrible sense of disappointment and regret.</p>
<p>I'm 20. I should be over this. Logically, I know, all I can do is look forward. But I can't help my dreams, and I can't help when my mind wanders. I can't help wishing everything was different, or that there was still some way I could be at the school I wanted to be at. Logically I know there isn't (is there?), but it's so hard...</p>