When I first started a USC a mere year ago, my dad started a new job. When one of his co-workers heard that I attend USC, they made a joke about how USC stands for "University of Spoiled Children." My dad was quick to correct his coworker and ensure him I don't fit that stereotype, and my dad does not endorse that preconceived notion. Though I agree I am not spoiled in the traditional sense, I would absolutely say I am spoiled by USC because it has given me more happiness in my life than I thought was possible.

Right before transferring here, I had reached an all-time low and had become much more unhappy than I had ever realized I was. Once I got here, though, I took a 360. I had never found true friends so quickly – and long-lasting ones at that. I felt welcomed, accepted, and loved quicker than I ever had before. Finding a niche wasn't a concern any longer because suddenly I had multiple ones.

I've only spent one full year at USC, but it feels like I could have been here for the past three. I am devastated I only have one more year here because I am not ready to give up the immense comfort and happiness I feel here. I have never felt so excited to wake up each morning and see who I will connect with, who I may meet, what I will learn, where I will go, what I will do – adventure has been around every corner for me since arriving here, love in every relationship, kindness in meetings and conversations, and learning in every day.

I will be the first to admit all the problems and inequalities USC perpetuates; but I will also be the biggest cheerleader and proponent of this school because it's given me my happiness back and taught me new standards to live by, new goals to set and reach for, and given me the truest feeling of home and love. So if you want to call me a student at the University of Spoiled Children, then go for it – because I am pretty spoiled to be as happy and loved as I am here.