<p>USC was my very last choice school after I got burned by the Ivy League. I am always bitter about this place I go to and I can never be happy here. It is a symbol of my hard work gone rotten. I’ve come to accept this and I don’t try to better the situation. I would love USC if I barely got into this school (which seems like a majority of my friends here). My sour bitterness has caused me to be anti-social and unmotivated at this campus. USC was Life smacking me in the face. I was popular, led some groups and played sports in one of the most competitive high schools on the east coast. I refuse to embrace the partying atmosphere because I don’t like partying and I have nothing to celebrate being at this school. Lots of my friends are foreign students who don’t really put an emphasis on grades because they are simply looking for an “American Education.” There are a few very very bright hard workers here-- I feel pity for them since it is clear USC was not their first choice school either. The professors here are really good. They care for students and sincerely enjoy helping. I am Sad, bitter, and lonely here, with lots of regrets and a painful memory of my past.</p>