15 signs you know you chose the right school

15 signs you know you chose the right school

15. It just somehow feels right.


After my first year at USC, I can honestly say that I made the right choice in sending my admission* deposit May 1st. This is especially because USC was one of those schools that I almost didn't apply to. Even though it was one of my dream schools, I was almost positive I wouldn't get accepted-- so pretty much me leading to sending in my application the night before… I happy to say though, not only was a pleasantly surprised when I got my acceptance letter, but I chose to attend USC (obviously)!

If you read one of my past articles, I mentioned how I am still in slight disbelief and am a bit anxious in terms of attending this school. A Lot of people go through this. There are countless articles on reasons you should transfer to another college or how your current college is not the right fit for you. Like yes, this is another aspect that a lot of students go through, but let's also focus on validating students who feel self-conscious in terms of what got them into their said school.

So if you're feeling anxious that you're not good enough for your attending university, focus on the reasons why you fit into this school. Listen, you got accepted, you made it past the hard part. If the admission advisors singled you out as a individual they want at there school, there must be a reason for that.

If you're still feeling unsure, here are 15 signs that you current school is the right fit for you.

1. You don't know how you got in

Even though you don't know how you got in, the admission advisors most certainly do. Don't fret this though, simply be in amazement that you got into such a great school.

2. The people that you meet are ones that you would have never have met anywhere else


These people come from all over the country, even from different regions of the world, each of them with such unique backgrounds, thoughts and ideas. How crazy is it that you can just meet someone you probably would never have met anywhere else!

3. You’ve instantly found the perfect extracurriculars


And they're not just extracurriculars for your resume. You actually enjoy spending weekends or after class hours going to these extracurriculars

4. You miss it during the summer


Although you're having a great time sleeping in and not having to wake up to 8 am classes… you still kind of miss not only the friends you made, but also just being a student at your college.

5. You wear school gear


Literally, even if it's just a lanyard or mug. Even if you got it for free, you're still filled with a sort of pride using it.

6. You have the perfect major/potential major


From the beginning, even if you weren't sure what you wanted to major in, you still had so many options. In my experience, I came in as a pre-law student, changed to a pre-med with a human bio emphasis, to adding a major of art history to now possibly going into journalism (I know, I am very indecisive). No matter how many times you changed your major, you're positive your school has the right program for you.

7. It’s the perfect climate for you


No more dreading certain months of the year due to undesired weather. For me (someone who loves the sun and warm weather), Los Angeles weather is perfect.

8. Your financial burden isn’t too bad


One of the key factors in deciding which college you attend. If you're comfortable (or more like, your parents are comfortable) with the amount, then yes it is a good fit! A good tip for those still deciding whether an out-of-state college is worth it-- if you're roughly going to pay the same tuition as your in-state college, then go for it. The out-of-state college experience is worth it and something you won't regret.

9. Your campus is aesthetically pleasing


Most spots on campus are Instagram-worthy? Then yes, instant checkmark on whether this school is right for you. (Yes and the background on that GIF is USC)

10. You’re academically challenged


You should be feeling that college is harder than high school. If not, then what was the point of all those AP/Honors/IB classes?

11. You’re comfortable in the classroom setting


But don't feel like you have to be overly challenged with the academic setting to the point where you have a mental breakdown or end up getting subpar grades. Be challenged, but be comfortable in your classroom setting-- work it out with your professor, advisors, etc. You're at this university to succeed and that's the only thing that anyone wants.

12. You can go on-and-on about your college


To which your friends and family probably get tired of. From ranting about professors to gossiping about the recently resigned school official or even bragging about your school, you somehow find a way to make the conversation about your university.

13. You make a list of plans of what to do on the weekend (when you not it’s not midterm/final season)


Besides finals/midterm season, you're never bored at your school. There is always something to do-- from exploring the neighboring city/town to activities held at your college, there is never a boring day.

14. You’re constantly recommending people to transfer/apply to your university


Literally, you think anyone would like your school (because honestly who wouldn't?) to the point that you constantly want to recommend everyone to apply.

15. It just somehow feels right.


There's just that feeling that you can't explain, but you know that you belong at this college. Maybe it took a couple of months, or a whole year, but you honestly can't imagine yourself anywhere else.

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I'm That Girl With A Deep Voice, But I'm Not Some Freak Of Nature

I have learned to hold back tears when someone tells me that I sound like a man.


My voice is deep. Always has been, always will be. I joke that rather than getting higher, my voice got lower throughout puberty.

My voice is deep. Always has been, always will be. I have learned to laugh when my family members say "Hi Todd" when they pick up the phone when I call. Todd is my brother. I am a girl.

My voice is deep. Always has been, always will be. I have learned to laugh when I have been asked by other females if they're "in the right bathroom" when I tell them "I'm not in line" or "someone's in here" when there's a knock on the stall.

Keep in mind that in most female bathrooms, there are no urinals present and there is a sign outside the door that says "WOMEN." Quite obviously, they're in the correct bathroom, just thrown off by the octave of my voice.

For the girl who asked me if she was in the right bathroom because she was "caught off guard and thought I was a boy," I'm just wondering...

What part about my long hair, mascara, shorts not down to my knees, presence (small presence, but a presence none the less) of boobs, and just my overall demeanor was not enough validation that you are, in fact, in the correct restroom?

My voice is deep. Always has been, always will be. I have learned to hold back tears when someone tells me that I sound like a man. Or, when someone calls me over to talk to their friends so they can see how "offsetting" my voice sounds to them.

My favorite story is when I was in a store, and I asked one of the women there a question about a product.

This woman had the audacity to ask me when I "went through my transformation."

She was suggesting that I was a transgender girl because of the sound of my voice. Please recognize that I respect and wholeheartedly accept the trans- population. Please also recognize that I was born a girl, still am a girl, always will be a girl, and asking someone if they are a different gender than they appear to be is not the best way to make a sale.

Frustrated, I told her that she should find a better plastic surgeon and walked out.

My voice is deep. Always has been, always will be.

And, to make matters worse, I am not your typical "girly-girl."

I die for the New York Rangers, have maybe two dresses in my closet but three shelves full of hand-me-down sweatshirts from my brother and Adidas pants. I do not own a "blouse" nor do I plan on owning one except maybe for business-casual occasions.

Naturally, when a deep voice is paired with a sports-oriented, athletic short-loving, sarcastic girl who couldn't tell you the difference between a stiletto and an average high-heel, I GUESS things can seem "off." However, regardless of the difference you see/hear, no one has the right to make someone feel bad about themselves.

What I always struggled with the most is how (most, moral, common-sense) people will never tell someone they don't know, who may be overweight, that "they're fat" or that they don't like the shirt that they're wearing. Yet, because my voice is not something physically seen, it has become fair game for strangers and acquaintances alike to judge and make comments about.

I used to break down into hysterics when I heard a comment about my voice, whether I was six years old or seventeen years old.

There are times that I still do because I am so fed up and just completely bamboozled by the fact that at the age of twenty, there are still people who just have a blatant disregard for others' feelings and a lack of understanding of what is okay to say and what is not okay to say.

But, just like I ask those people not to judge me, I suppose I can't judge them on their lack of common sense and respect for others.

I'd be lying if I said that the hundreds of thousands of comments I've heard and received targeted at my voice growing up did not play a role in my life. I used to want to be a sports broadcaster. I no longer want to be heard on the radio or seen on TV; snarky comments about my voice being one of the reasons why (among others, like a change of interest and just overall life experiences).

I'd be lying if I said that my struggle with public speaking didn't partially stem from negative feedback about my voice.

I'd be lying if I said that there weren't days I tried to talk as little as possible because I didn't want to be judged and that I am sometimes hesitant to introduce myself to new people because I'm scared my voice will scare them away.

I would also be lying if I said that my voice didn't make me who I am.

I joke constantly about it now, because half the shit that comes out of my mouth mixed with my actions, interests, beliefs, etc., would sound absolutely WHACK if I had a high-pitched "girly" voice.

My voice matches my personality perfectly, and the criticism I have and continue to receive for my "manly" sounding voice has helped shaped me into who I am today. I have learned to love my voice when people have relentlessly tried to make me hate it. I have learned to take the frustration I felt towards my voice and turn it into sympathy for those who have something going on in their life, and therefore feel compelled to make a comment about me, a stranger's voice, to make themselves feel better.

I've learned that to laugh at yourself is to love yourself.

And, I say this not for sympathy. Not for someone to say, "Wait, Syd, I love your voice!"

I say this because I want it to be a reminder for people to watch what they say, and use that noggin before you speak. I say this because I also want to be the voice (haha, get it, 'voice') for those who feel like they've lost theirs.

My voice is deep. Always has been, always will be. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

So no, I would not be a good alto in a choir because I think I'm tone deaf. And, when you call MY phone number, it is very unlikely that it is my brother or dad answering. Just say hello, because 99.9% of the time, if it's ME you're calling, it's ME that's answering.

Dr. Suess said, "A person's a person no matter how small."

Now I'm saying, "A girl is a girl no matter her octave."

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Waking Up Sick

Before you judge, walk a mile in someone's shoes


Waking up in the morning sick is a horrible feeling. That is not intended to be a pun. It's the truth. When you wake up feeling like your entire body hurts, you are in chronic pain, and you question whether you will be able to make it through another day, it is a horrible feeling. You just don't know what to do.

Climbing out of bed takes every ounce of energy you have. Or what little energy you have. Rolling over to even get to that point feels like you've been hit by a pickup truck. Or a train. Whichever one would do the most damage and hurt the most in a short period of time. And when you finally get the energy to actually lower your feet to the floor, you feel like you've been hit with a brick. You stutter. You shuffle. You say a small prayer that you're not going to go crashing to the floor. You don't want to have to be "that person" that cries, "I've fallen and I can't get up."

Waking up sick is a horrible feeling. And again, that's not a pun. Nor is it intended to be. It's just the truth. But what's sad is that you can walk by your co-worker, your best friend, your neighbor, your wife, your kids, or anyone else that you encounter during your day and they have no clue what you're going through.

You can go to church and listen to people preach about Jesus, say they'll be there for you and they'll give you the support you need but they have no clue what's going on in your body or your mind. You can walk by your neighbor who always tells you, "I'm here for you if you ever need anything," but in reality they know little or nothing about what you're suffering through.

And you don't want to discuss it with your wife, girlfriend or your kids. You don't want to worry them. You don't want to put fear into their hearts. You don't want to scare them. You don't want them leaving the house wondering if maybe today is, "the day" and they might find out later on you've died. You don't want to put that fear into anyone's mind. But the reality is, it could happen. Because waking up sick is a horrible thing. And you just don't know when that could be the last day you wake up.

Trying to stumble through the day is misery at times. Trying to do the things you love hurts like hell. Trying to walk through the mall takes more out of you than you ever imagined. Taking your dog for a walk puts fear into your heart and makes you wonder if maybe you'll just die while a half a block from home. At times you question whether you're going to make it through the day. And at times you question if there is a part of your body that doesn't hurt.

It's a horrible feeling.

When you wake up sick, you sit there for a second. You question if you can do it. You ask yourself if it's worth it. You want to roll back over and go back to bed. You don't want to leave. It doesn't take energy to lay there all day. It doesn't hurt to just sit there and not move. It doesn't send you through spasms of pain that make your entire being feel like it's been hit with a freight train full of rocks. You can sit there all day. Watch TV. Watch the world go by. And not hurt.

When you wake up sick, you don't know what it's going to bring during the day. Will the pain get worse? Will it finally stop? Will it put you through the most horrible misery you could ever imagine? Will it be a struggle to do the simplest actions during your work day? Will you be able to function? Can you keep a smile on your face? Or do you just want to tell the world that you hurt and you wish it would stop.

It's a horrible feeling.

When you walk by someone, you may see a smile on their face. They may say hello. They may ask you how you're doing. They may ask about your kids. They may ask about your wife, husband, boyfriend, girlfriend or your dog. And if you take 30 seconds to ask them, they may answer with the simplest, "I'm doing great. Thanks for asking," when in reality their body may be hurting, they may be suffering from the most unimaginable pain that anyone could be going through and all they have going through their head is, "I want to go back to bed and never leave."

When you wake up sick, it's a horrible feeling. You suffer. You struggle. Your body hurts. Everything about you hurts. You feel miserable. You don't want to talk to people. You don't want to smile. You don't want to walk. You don't want to run. You don't want to talk. You don't want to hurt. If you have never experienced that? You should try walking a mile in someone's shoes that lives it every day. It's not something I would wish on anyone in the world.

When you wake up sick you struggle, you battle, you fight and most times you lose. It hurts like hell. You cringe when you move. You question if it's going to hurt the next step you take. You question fi you will be able to take the next step. You wonder if today is going to be worst than yesterday. You wonder if tomorrow is going to hurt worse than any day that you've ever had. It's a horrible feeling.

You don't know what someone is going through. They can smile. They can shake your hand. They can give you a hug. They can ask about your day. And all the while the pain is unbearable. They feel horrible. They are suffering. They are struggling. They are barely making it through the day. It took everything they had to roll over without it hurting so bad they wanted to cry. It took everything they had to drop their feet to the floor. It took even more to walk across the bedroom, get in the shower, do what needed to be done and get through the day.

I wouldn't wish that on anyone. It's a horrible feeling. I know.

Because I live it every single day.

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