Hi everyone,
In order to properly tell my story it requires a bit of background. For four years I attended an extremely competitive, rigorous high school that produced 10+ Ivy League acceptances a year in a class of only fifty. For those who did not attend Ivy Leagues, nothing less than a top fifty school was acceptable, and most everyone was accepted to their dream schools and felt prideful on graduation day, as top ranked university after top ranked university was called out upon the receiving of diplomas. Going in-state, that being Florida, was frowned upon and the farther West or North you went, the more respect you received. My friend group throughout high school was made up of a University of Pennsylvania attendee, a Georgetown attendee, a University of Chicago attendee, two Boston University attendees, and a Stanford Naval Academy recruit. Essentially, my entire life has been monopolized by a strong group of intellectually judgmental human beings who only expect the best from whom they associate with (not intimidating at all, right).
As of now I’m currently a first semester freshman at a four year University in Boston that I won’t name out of respect for the school. Since I toured Junior year, I had an absolute obsession with being admitted to this college and was convinced it was the school of my dreams. Being from Florida, I was thrilled by the idea of experiencing the four seasons on a beautiful campus in close proximity to a young, thriving city of intellectuals. Although also interested in numerous, even more highly ranked schools, I was admitted to my current college in Early Action and decided immediately to attend. My current school (not Harvard), was highly regarded amidst my friends, and though I was not attending the most prestigious college of the bunch, I was well regarded and happy.
As of now I loathe this school. It is not the school that was portrayed to me during the information session or the tour that I took during my Junior year. The dorms are filthy and the bathrooms are only cleaned on a two week basis, the campus has lost all of its beauty to me, and the classes are less rigorous than my high school. Fall has come and gone and I’ve sunk into a depression that has taken all of my excitement for the beauty of the seasons and shoved them beneath a sad cloud of loneliness and constant sadness. Because all of my high school friends were so intent on moving to the Northeast and I was so obsessed with the idea of prestige, I ignored all of the highly ranked schools close to home and fought my parents to come up north, a decision I regret more than any other I have ever made. I have tried for months to acclimate myself, filling out endless club applications (this school doesn’t have greek life and much of the social scene is tied into club involvement), interacting with people in my classes and the girls in my hall, and attending every possible sporting event that occurs on campus.I was rejected from every club I applied to (I guess upperclassmen always get priority and freshman are rarely accepted), made a solid friend group (but still feel desperately lonely and depressed), and hate supporting a school I am so unhappy at. The only benefit to come from my unhappy experience here is that I channel all of my sadness into my school work and am managing an all A average at a highly ranked university. I have found that in order to distract myself, I can do all of my work and sometimes do it twice, obsessively trying to fill my time with something other than tears and calls home. Unlike my counterparts at school, I do not look forward to the weekends, in fact I despise them, as they are filled with seemingly endless hours of nothing to do and nowhere to go. I’ve found, despite proximity to the city, no one wants to get out of bed on Saturday or Sunday and I’m left spending the entire day on the phone with my mom, very obviously driving her completely insane.
I have also come to find that I hate the Northeast. Being from the South, I was unaware of how different the atmospheres are between these two parts of the country, and I despise the way in which the Northeast operates. I miss the feeling of being at home and I hate how cold and closed off everyone here seems to be. Many of my friends at school are from this area and complain about how annoying it is that people get homesick, making me feel more lonely than ever. Even my two friends from Alabama and Florida are completely adjusted and never call home, their parents constantly upset with them for almost never reaching out. Everyone seems stuck up and look down upon people for the stupidest reasons. I’ve also found that education isn’t a driving force here and that partying most nights is the norm, a culture I am not used to, nor do I partake in. Ultimately, the climate here has me feeling so unbearably alone it is physically painful. I should also mention that I suffer from serious anxiety that I have always had a handle on until now. I have frequent, painful panic attacks and I’m worried I’ve sunken into a very serious depression.
This school is costing my family an unbelievable amount of money, and both of my parents are extremely disappointed that I am so unhappy. Recently, I went home for the first time and cried every day I spent at home thinking about having to come back here. Right now, I am debating between leaving after Christmas to take a semester off and work at my high school job back home during which I will have resubmitted applications to schools that are closer to home and use my high level college GPA as an extra boost to my application. During this time I could also take classes at the local, low ranked four year university in my home town to continue making headway towards my degree as I await my fall decisions. I would love to spend a few months back at home recollecting myself from this very negative experience and get back into a stronger mindset before I restart college in the Fall of 2019. The downside to this option, however, is the harsh and definite judgement I will receive from all of my friends and their parents if I choose to leave college. It is extremely rare that someone from my high school leave college, even just for a semester, and I would likely receive passive aggressive judgement because of it.
My other option is to tough it out another semester here and hopefully not become unbearably depressed. At this university, one cannot withdraw and receive any tuition money back after the start of Spring semester classes, and my family and I worry that I will have a terrible panic attack during the freezing, dark months of February and have to come home without that $35,000 check. The only benefit to this decision could be a transfer acceptance to an extremely high ranking university after receiving 30 credit hours at this college with a high GPA.
Essentially, I am posting this discussion to receive advice about what choice I should make. I really believe I may not last if I stay through the spring semester, as I literally count the days and sometimes even the hours when I’m within a week of coming home. My life here is extremely unhealthy for both me and my family and I worry that my continued time here will lead us all to our breaking points. I know this is not the right place for me, but I don’t want to let my emotions and sadness make this extremely tough decision.