<p>The short story: Im going to go to Trinity and have already mailed my deposit and confirmation form.
The long story (I apologize ahead of time for any grammatical mistakes): </p>
<p>On Friday, my parents and I parked (illegally, receiving a ticket) and walked around the campus just to get a glimpse before the Trinity 360 the next day. It was very nicethe weather was incredibly mildand walked around. As we were looking at the map across near Thomas (residence hall), we were approached by a girl from Pasadena, CA, a junior, I believe, who asked us if we needed help. Said no, were just looking around, going to 360 tomorrow. I asked her where she was from and she told me and wished me luck in my decision. </p>
<p>Saturday, got there at 8:30 or so for the program. TONS of people, way more than I (or Trinity, I think) expected. The Alamo Stadium parking lot across the street from the school was full. Registered in Northrup Hall and got a printed name tag with my home and my admissions officer, as well as a printed program for the students. Inside the program was a green sheet with a number and a meal ticket redeemable at Mabee. The parents were to be split up from the students for most of the day. Milled about a bit before going to a program in Stieren Theater (breakfast was offered in an adjoining building, pastries and o.j. and stuff). Introduction was given by Dr. Char Miller, professor of history and urban studies. Extremely nice theaterflanked on the brick walls on either side was that cool projection effect that said TRINITY UNIVERSITY. Behind the podium, a Power Point presentation was playingwith pictures of the school, guest speakers, etc. Chris Ellerton, Dean of Admissions and Financial Aid, introduced us to all the admissions officers. The auditorium was PACKED. He then revealed that a red card inside the student program meant that the student was going on a scavenger hunthad already taken a campus tour previously. When he asked how many had visited before, almost the entire first five rows and a couple of rows in the middle section raised their hands. A green card indicated the campus tourand the number indicated our group. He called off the numbers, waited for those people to leave, and we left. The parents stayed behind for a program called Reflecting on the First Year where they learn[ed] from current first year students about the transition. My parents said that this was really good and they enjoyed it a lot. Apparently they brought out six freshmen, each from different socioeconomic classesa jock (swimmer on a scholarship), a black guy (apparently really intelligent, articulate, from the San Antonio area), two Sorority Janes (as I like to call them, parents said they were ditzy), and a smart guy (had been accepted to Cornell, NYU, Fordham, other schools, explained why he chose Trinity, from Houston, I think). All freshman dorms are considered substance-free. The upperclassmen dorms have substance-free floors; its apparently quieter and less distracting.</p>