Transy prides itself on having so many students from a variety of backgrounds. We thrive on "diversity," but honestly, we're all pretty much the same. We complain about the same things, struggle with the same classes, talk about the same professors, and adopt the Transy culture sometime during our freshmen year. Whether we like it or not, Transy students are easily identifiable. When you're around Lexington, it's pretty easy to spot whether or not someone is a UK or Transy student. Here are 4 signs that show you are definitely a Transy kid:
1. You complain about walking across campus.
Our campus is tiny. Like really small. Yet if we have to walk from the dorms, let alone from the 4th street apartments, all the way to BSC or Cowgill, I swear it's like the end of the world. For some reason, our one-block campus feels like a trek through the dessert or something. If it's raining, heaven forbid we walk to the Raf. for dinner. Honestly, I drive to class from my apartment if it's too cold or raining, which I know is pretty pathetic. We Transy kids really hate to walk.
2. You use the Transy slang.
Whether it's saying "BSC," "Raf.," "caf," "blobby," "flabby," "clayvis" (R.I.P), "rosy," or "crimmy," saying the full words for all our little Transy things is just way too difficult. It's much more fun to shorten words than to be grown-ups and sound everything out. We'll stick to our code words so that visitors always stay confused.
3. You get really confused when you don't recognize people on campus.
I feel like at school of less than 1,000 students, everyone should pretty much at least recognize each other's presence on campus. So when there's someone you don't recognize wandering around campus, you basically freak out. You question whether they go here, whether they might just be a first year you haven't met yet, a prospective student and their parents, or a stranger you should probably avoid. It's pretty upsetting and confusing to not recognize someone on our small, quaint little campus.
4. You appreciate people's weird ideas.
In high school, if you saw someone riding on a Razor scooter to class or eating mac 'n' cheese at 8:00 in the morning, you would probably consider them to be really weird and not put together. Now, if you see someone wrapped in a blanket walking to class, riding a scooter, eating oatmeal out of a red solo cup in class, or rolling in to class wearing the same outfit from the night before, you just quietly look at them and completely understand their life. Honestly, you're probably thinking "rock on to you, my friend," because their life looks pretty awesome. It's not weird to be weird at Transy; it's the norm and we love it.
