<p>I’m one of those guys who didn’t get accepted to the schools of his choice; one of those guys who didn’t fit the profile of the average, stereotypical BC student; one of those guys who would have rather attended an academically serious school, not a party school. I was miserable at BC. Not a day went by when I didn’t fantasize about how great my life would have been if I had been accepted to my first or second choice school. Though I met intelligent people at BC, knowing that most of my peers were not overly brilliant did not help my self-esteem. And some of my professors seemed better suited for the public school system; I can honestly and seriously tell you that some of the classes I took in high school were more academically challenging than some of the classes I took at BC. A few years ago I met some of my former roommates, and I was surprised to learn that they were surprised to learn that I graduated with honors - turns out they were convinced that I was flunking my classes, since they always saw me as a slacker.</p>
<p>I could go on and on telling you stories about my experience at BC, but I don’t want to give the false impression that I am bitter at BC. I am bitter at myself for settling for BC.</p>