Don’t get me wrong: becoming a Tar was one of the best decisions I’ve made this year, if not of my life. The campus is beautiful, the professors engaging, and every person I’ve encountered on campus has been nothing but sweet. However, sweet peers and beautiful sunsets are only a fraction of the Hamilton Holt experience; and despite the fact I consider going to school at Rollins worth everything, there are a few things that absolutely suck about being a Rollins Evening Hamilton Holt student.
Class Times are anything but convenient. But you accepted that when you applied for the Holt school, right? You thought so; but going through the motions of working a full day, stopping off at home to get a quick dinner started for your family before heading off to class, where you’ll dutifully take notes before heading home to put your family to bed and at long last go to sleep, only to do it all over again tomorrow!
Coffee has become your life source.
Finding Your Anchor is a tad difficult. Chances are, you’re a Holt student because you work full-time, need to watch your kids during the day, or some combination of the previous two – plus other reasons! You want to be involved: so you peruse through the Get Involved page for a few hours, clicking on the various clubs and organizations that catch your eye – but nearly all of them meet every Monday at 3:30, when you’re working and can’t possibly get off.
I'd say "Go Tars!", but I'm too busy to go anywhere.
Fox Day, a defining moment in Rollins culture, is a luxury that only A&S students can afford. Sure, you could probably throw yourself a Fox Day party and skip for fun, but when you have each class once a week for nearly three hours, you probably don’t want to risk your grade.
At least we'll have pictures to remind us of what could have been.
Events, whether they be lectures, tours, workshops, or concerts have to take place at night and or on the weekends. You have to wrestle with the idea of carving out an hour that would have been spent say, doing laundry on something for yourself; and if you do manage to convince yourself to go, you’re probably second-guessing the decision so much you can’t enjoy yourself.
