I know it may be too early in the semester to know, but I'm sure someone reading this is wondering if they chose the right place to continue his or her education. Sometimes, it feels wrong to complain or second guess because college in general is such a luxury. However, this is the place you'll spend your next four years and it should make you happy.
College can be so difficult emotionally, especially when you choose a school incredibly far from home, leave all your friends behind, or are on your own for the first time. I have definitely been in your shoes. Ole Miss was the best way for me to get the degree I wanted while avoiding entering the 13th grade with all of my high school alumni. Almost immediately, I regretted it. My best friends, my brother, and my boyfriend were all spending time with each other, and I was sitting alone in my dorm. Stalking their Instagrams as they posted about their college adventures became an hourly activity, and the only adventures I had were going to Walmart at midnight (to buy more mac n cheese). Every weekend was spent at their school, in that school's attire, tailgating, and clinging to high school as much as possible. I even reached the point of applying there, getting in, and almost signing a lease for an apartment. Somehow, I tricked myself into thinking that Ole Miss was just evil and had nothing to offer me.
I was so painfully wrong.
My college patiently waited for me to make up my mind, as the few friends I had made on that campus (and my parents) were getting so tired of my back and forth. By spring semester, due to my busy sorority schedule and difficult classes, I was not able to leave town quite as often, and that sort of forced me to finally nest. The next thing I knew, I was never in my room. I was always on random weeknight adventures with some sisters, or having late-night life talks with pals from the dorms. Finally, I thought to myself, these are the memories I have been waiting for.
Like all things in life, you get out of it what you put in.
My point in all of this is not to tell you that you would make a mistake. Sometimes transferring is the best for you, and I know plenty of people who are much happier because they left. However, I am telling you the same thing your parents, friends, and advisers are probably asking you to do.
GIVE IT A YEAR.
Both semesters. In those measly two semesters, witness everything. Witness the seasons, try something new, do something you've always been too insecure to do. Once you take that one step out of your comfort zone, you will be amazed at just how truly capable you are of anything. See as much as you can while you can because who knows what you could be missing out on? This shouldn't simply be a chunk of our lives. This is finding a true home.
