<p>I’ll talk a bit from the perspective of an incoming first-year (which I am–Chicago '13!), since I just went through the college selection process. This, therefore, is what has drawn me so far to Chicago, and what has kept me a little wary, but keep in mind that I have only spent about 3 days on campus, none of them as an actual student, so I’m sure my opinions will change as I actually live in Chicago.</p>
<p>First off: I’m from Maine. We have an average state school system and a few so-called “Little Ivies,” namely Bates, Bowdoin, and Colby. These three are good schools, but I didn’t feel like I’d be “going anywhere”–namely, experiencing much of anything new–by going there. After sophomore year, when people start at least considering college, albeit not that seriously, I figured I’d be going to either an Ivy (assuming I could get in) or a liberal arts school like Oberlin. I literally did not know that the University of Chicago existed, and nor did any of my classmates; that’s how unheard-of Chicago is up here.</p>
<p>I have family in the western suburbs of Chicago; we went to visit them Thanksgiving break of my junior year. My mom decided that while we were out in Chicago, we could start the whole college-visit process by going to a couple of schools, namely Northwestern and the University of Chicago. (How she knew about Chicago is beyond me.) We never did get up to Evanston to see Northwestern, but we went down to Hyde Park. My first opinion of it was that it was “gritty”–I remember vividly seeing a mural on an alley near the Medici (57th street?) and being in awe of “graffiti.” (Remember, I come from suburban southern Maine.) Once I actually went around the campus, had a tour, had a session with an admissions officer, ate lunch at Bartlett, etc., however, I really did enjoy it. I decided I’d “put it on my list.” At this point, I had only been to the campus and had an admissions spiel; I had not actually researched the school at all.</p>
<p>After that it seemed like everywhere I went I heard about Chicago. Of course, 2008 was the election, so U of C seemed everywhere because of that, and then I realized just how many of my own books came from the university press. It was a little eerie, like Chicago had been surrounding me my entire life and I’d only just realized it. I fell in love with the school the end of my junior year, to the point where it was hard for me to think up other schools I even wanted to attend, besides the standard “Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth.” I added Bowdoin, Oberlin, and Williams to my list, but really, my list was all about Chicago.</p>
<p>I applied EA and, somewhat miraculously, or so it seemed, got in. At that point my family was treating it like I really was going to Chicago, and even though I had not committed yet because I had to know about FA, I wasn’t exactly working hard on apps for other schools. I heard about FA around December 27th or 28th, and it was fine. All fine. I was going. Officially committing on January 7th was just a finality; in reality, I’d been a member of Chicago '13 since December 15th, when I was admitted. I went to one of the April prospie sessions even though I knew I was already going, and that felt like a big test: did I still love the school? Could I see myself being there, living there? Had I made the right decision? The answer was a resounding “yes.”</p>
<p>So my thought process on Chicago:
- Academic excellence
- The rigor and relative “eggheadedness” of the student population
- The interest level and intense involvement of the students
- The diversity of the student population (I’ve basically never learned with any students besides pasty-white ones exactly like me; yay a 98% white state)
- The lack of major sports (I like watching sports on TV well enough, but I’ve always been wary of going to a school where sports are a major emphasis)
- Lack of a huge and overwhelming party scene (my idea of a party is one where the emphasis is on talking and socialization, not binge-drinking)
- The city of Chicago (aka amazing cultural and employment/internship opportunities)
- Chicago’s “dual identity,” as I think of it, as both a liberal arts college and a major, major research university (undergrad seems very liberal-artsy, but it’s not actually a liberal arts school)
- The campus, its “Gothic” feel, and yet the fact that it’s part of a major city (but doesn’t necessarily feel like it on parts of campus)
- The neighborhoods of Hyde Park and South Woodlawn (once I got used to urban-ness)
+/- Distance from home (good in that it puts real separation between my parents and I; bad in that if something real happens, I don’t have them; I have family in the area to balance things out, however)
- The weather (I’m more than used to snow, and I wanted to go to a school that would feel sort of like home in that there would be four distinct seasons still, yadda yadda, but it’s impossible to say that a Chicago winter is a plus)</p>
<p>I’m a nerd. A social and useful nerd, perhaps, but a nerd nonetheless in that I know all sorts of useless things, compulsively read everything put in front of me, worship Wikipedia and Google, employ sarcasm and inside jokes often, and love learning stuff. At the same time, I don’t want to be a recluse in college or in my adult life, and I do want to be competent (or beyond competent) at what I do for work and to do something (no idea what that would be) for which I have a great deal of passion. Chicago is full of so-called “nerds,” but it seems like they’re interested, engaged, curious nerds like I am, and that made all the difference in the world to me.</p>