My HS graduation class was 1100 students. The HS had over 3000 students in grades 10-12.
My WHOLE college had about 900 students…and really the students and faculty comprised most of the residents of the town.
I wish my college had 1100 students per grade!
We all overslept but my dad somehow made it to the airport just in time to drop me off for my cross country flight. It was just me and a friend also headed to same college. After arriving cross country, we got a taxi to our dorm. We both just had 2 suitcases. No elevator and no AC. It was quite a start!
Glad both my girls got a much more pampered move in with my husband and I along for the experience. I’m at the airport now for my return back home after dropping off my youngest . It is sinking in that my youngest has started her new chapter and I am starting mine.
I was the opposite, I went to a small high school that had about 50 kids per grade. My econ 101 class, which I think was the biggest class on campus, was something like 850 students.
Our family drove to my college. I had 2 suitcases and a duffle bag of clothes and personal items. I also had 1 medium suitcase of book supplies (I was a big user of 3 ring binders and 3x5 cards). I had corresponded with my 2 suitemates during the summer, which had reduced some anxiety. They both came from middle class backgrounds. I don’t know for a fact, but it seemed the boarding school kids generally were assigned rooms/suites together and the public/parochial kids had their suites.
We moved in the same time as the suitemate who would bunk with me, and we would become close lifetime friends. You could tell how proud his parents were of him, they were one generation from the proverbial “boat from Italy”. The other suitemate had already moved in, so we did not see him until later. After the move in, our parents started the drive back.
That night, I had my first real beer experience as the freshmen counselors threw a keg party in our entryway (different times and drinking age). Later in the year, my roommate confided that he thought he was going to be rooming with a premed weenie seeing my suitcase of school supplies and low tolerance for beer.
We drove up in a station wagon my parents borrowed from a friend. I still remember what I was wearing too! And I remember the very first person I met when we started to unload. He and I are still friends many, many, many decades later.
Oh a rare time where one haven’t visited campus before? It feels like 99% of the students around me have visited campus at least once no matter how far away they live. Anyways, the campus wasn’t a big part of my decision making, so I didn’t visit beforehand as well.
Was that in the eu/uk or still in the US?
US at an Ivy.
Heavens, yes. My folks helped carry my things to the dorm room.
When we arrived, there was an odor I had not yet encountered. My mom giggled and said to my dad, “Oh, (Dad), it’s the sweet smell of the '60s!”
(My roommate, who had moved in first, was smoking a bowl. In his boxers. Thank goodness that we knocked; a healthy minute later, he opened the door.)
Fun thread!
I didn’t “go away” to college because I commuted. However, I did study abroad for a semester, which completely changed my life.
I was so excited. I felt awestruck when I landed in a foreign country. I am sorry to say that I pretty much forgot I had a family for the 8 months I was away, except for the occasional postcard.
One of those postcards was to write my parents to say I’d been pickpocketed and could they please send me more money. LOL. Imagine my surprise when they did not send more money.
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