<p>My college experience was mixed (I went to Penn/Wharton).</p>
<p>I basically grew up around the same people for most of my life, and so by the time I was a senior in high school, I had amassed a fairly large group of friends. My grades were perfect, I had a bunch of college acceptances to choose between, and I knew what I was doing because I had a plan. No matter how my last semester went down, I’d still be able to attend an Ivy the following year. That kind of guarantee was amazing to me, and I had a lot of fun kicking back with friends.</p>
<p>However, when I actually got to college, things changed. I was not used to making new friends. In high school, the same people were in all my IB classes. This couldn’t be said for my college courses, and so it was hard to keep in consistent contact with people. I went through my freshman year with decent grades, but virtually no friends. It was extremely lonely – I also had to work a lot during the academic year, and so I spent a lot of time by myself.</p>
<p>Things improved socially sophomore year. I moved to a different dorm and managed to meet more people there naturally as a result of being an ITA – I met other ITA’s and quickly found people with shared interests and through them met more people. In the end, I gained a moderate circle of friends, although it didn’t become super tight-knit until maybe junior year. Out of that circle, there are maybe three or four I still talk to almost everyday.</p>
<p>Academically, I did not do nearly as well as I wanted overall. I felt like I never quite adjusted to college life until the very end, and I found it so much harder to focus/study. It was so much different from high school, where I was able to proactively get things done. College was just a big haze for me and I have no idea why my focus went down the drain the way that it did.</p>
<p>It was hard sometimes during holidays back home, because it seemed like all my friends were having a blast, all claiming that college was so much better than high school. And here I was, not really agreeing. Don’t get me wrong: I loved the freedom of college and being able to call your own shots, but the stress of work in addition to class, coupled with the lack of social familiarity, made me unhappy. I also felt like I didn’t fit in financially. In high school, everyone was of a similar class, more or less. But at Penn, I felt like money got in the way sometimes. Friends might want to go on a trip to a beach somewhere for Spring Break, and I would be totally unable to afford such a thing and would be unable to tag along. There was definitely a sort of culture shock for me.</p>
<p>Overall, though, my experience felt a bit isolated, but I can’t say it was necessarily bad. There are a lot of perks to college that I love, and I miss my college friends dearly. I just had different expectations of what college life would be like, and was disappointed when the reality was different. Maybe things would have been more like my vision at a different school – I don’t know. But I’m grateful for the good memories I had regardless.</p>