Alright, so my predicament is probably a very common one, and I’ve seen some pretty similar threads on this website. Anyway, throughout all of school and everything, I was always labelled as the “smart” one, not necessarily because I was super smart, but because I tried really hard and got the grades. I was always the “golden child” who was going to do great things, blah blah blah. I always dreamed that I would attend an Ivy League or Georgetown or something like that, because I was brainwashed (and still am) into thinking that “prestige” is the most important thing.
Up until senior year, I work my butt off at everything, but I was incredibly depressed most of the time. And by the end of junior year, I am completely, utterly burnt out.
SATs come along, and I do fairly poorly. By poorly I mean that I do above average, but I just can’t find it within myself to get those 1400+ scores that elite schools are looking for. I retake them, improve a bit (my heart still wasn’t in it), and I make the mistake of thinking that being a chamber-choir-singing, varsity playing, valedictorian would ever help me in the bigger picture.
So I got rejected from all the “elite” schools and to my shock and my parent’s shock, wait-listed at some second tier schools.
I did, however, get into some good liberal arts schools, and money was a concern, so I ended up picking one that my friend and I both got good financial aid packages at. Like the snob I was, I looked at the 32% acceptance rate, and thought “could be worse.” I visited the school, didn’t really look at anything, and just sort of blindly accepted this, because I thought that others expected me to go somewhere at least somewhat prestigious, and mostly, I expected it of myself.
So I made my valedictorian speech, and everyone was proud and all that; fast forward to first semester and I’m at my little liberal arts school in the middle of nowhere.
I’m miserable. My depression is at its worst. The people here are often cold and pretentious and most of them have far more money than I do and aren’t afraid to show it, and my only friend (who has social anxiety) is the one that I went with from home. I know that I’m lucky to be here. I worked so hard to survive everything to get here. All I can think is: why am I so sad all the time?
I’ve never known this kind of loneliness.
This place has changed me, but not necessarily for the better. High school was hell for me, and I thought I deserved more now.
And now it’s the second semester, and I thought things were looking better, but even when they are, all of my instincts are screaming at me that this place isn’t right for me. I may have some friends, and I may have a romantic interest, but it all feels wrong.
Now, my best friend happens to attend another liberal arts school that my brother went to. It’s a good school, but prestigious by no means, yet all the times I’ve been on that campus I’ve felt more at home. I grew up in the middle of nowhere, and I’ve always wanted to spend some time in a more urban setting.
I’ve met her friends that she’s made there, and I like them a lot, and she’s just the kind of person that I feel happy around. I know it’s not a good idea to transfer just because of a person, but I think I might actually have a chance at happiness there. All the times I’ve been, I’ve liked almost everything about it. The campus feels alive and cheerful, while mine feels dead most of the time, and I think it might be right for me.
But I still want to go to a really good grad school and change the world and be successful, and I’m hung up on the idea of “prestige.” I know it’s wrong logically, but transferring to a school that is ranked lower than the one I am currently attending makes me feel like a disappointment, especially when I didn’t get into first tier schools in the first place. Will it be academically rigorous enough there?
All I ever feel like is a disappointment. My parents are wonderful and supportful, but I just want to make them proud, and I mostly want to make me proud. Also, it’s ironic because I always turned my nose up at this school (the one I want to transfer to) while my brother went there and when my best friend transferred there, because she didn’t get nearly as good grades as I did in high school. Guess karma’s a b*tch. That’s what I get for being a snob.
Anyway, I don’t know what I’m asking here. I guess I just want any advice and ideas from people who transferred “down” or who managed to get over this dumb idea of “prestige” that I can’t seem to stop from bothering me. I just need someone objective to give me a good slap or something. Thanks for reading this novel I appear to have written, haha. I appreciate any advice.
I know I’m being melodramatic, but I just want to be happy for once.