<p>What would a student who represents the epitome of UChicago be like…? As in, what sort of student would make the best fit with the U of Chicago?</p>
<p>Let’s see…as long as there is absolutely no requirement for consistency, than the epitome of UChicago would be a hipster–scavie–nerd–Doc-volunteer who is interested in bio-chem, philosophy, Attic Greek and beer. He/she also smokes outside of Cobb, or absolutely detests those who do.</p>
<p>Going along with CTDreyer said but in a less specific sense…I’d say (Atleast from my impression) that most UofC students are inquisitive, curious individuals who are intensly (And I’m mean INTENSLY) passionate about a few specific things…Students who are dedicated to their work and are always asking questions…always exploring possibilities…but also students who play as hard as they work…</p>
<p>That was much more vague, so I hope it helped ;D</p>
<p>Bwahahahahaha, great start!! Let me continue:</p>
<p>Said U of C student often complains about work but recently stayed up all night re-reading Hadji Murad because he wasn’t satisfied with reading it only once. Takes five hours to hammer out a 10-page paper only to realize that the assignment calls for five pages, then spends another five hours whittling the paper down. Can’t read her class notes because she wrote them in Hebrew characters that approximate the English phonectically. Loves or can’t stand Dr. Who. Complains that Hyde Park doesn’t have enough good restaurants but constantly orders out from Maravilla’s/The Nile/Cedars/The Sit Down/Rajun Cajun because “there’s no way you can get food as amazing as this on the North Side.”</p>
<p>Started out as an econ major (don’t we all) and then decided that comparative literature was a better fit. Then discovered Fundamentals and is writing a paper that discusses the relationship between economic theory and magic realism (as what is economic theory other than wishful thinking). Then thought that Fundies was “too confining” and switched over to Tutorial Studies or Interdisciplinary Studies in the Humanities. Is now turning paper proposal into a play. Is studying for the LSATs in between play rehearsal, intramural water polo practice, and beer pong. </p>
<p>Is dating the first person he locked eyes with during O-Week; they knew from the start their love was meant to be. She’s from small-town Iowa and the first person in the history of ever (or recent memory, whichever comes first) to get into a top school. Most people in her high school class thought she was absolutely nutzo for choosing a non-flagship out-of-state public. Doesn’t she know that she’s like, smart and stuff? </p>
<p>She wasn’t sure she wanted to go to the U of C anyway, considering that nobody anywhere in her town had heard of it, plus she turned down the full ride at Flagship State, something everybody and their aunt told her it was stupid to do. But the essay questions and her campus visit, in which she went into Harper Library, completely sold her, plus the fact that when she overnighted everybody was watching Family Guy in the lounge with hot chocolate in hand and sleeping bags over body. She experiences a small twinge of jealousy when she skypes with her friends at Flagship State and they tell of their boozy adventures, and she more seriously considers transferring to Flagship State fifth week Winter Quarter, when God decided to schedule four midterms on the same day and decided to keep the sun in hiding. Flagship State sounds like such a better deal from here. Ugh.</p>
<p>Over Spring Break she makes plans to stay over at Flagship State. Part of her is coming just to hang out with her friends, and another part of her wants to see if she should actually transfer her butt out of Hyde Park and over to Flagship State. She arrives on campus excited as can be, ready to rock out, party out, and black out just like her friends promised. She has a miserable time. Not only are the frat parties lamer than advertised (you have to freaking wait outside for permission to get in, and it’s obvious that the frat brothers let their friends and whichever girls look hottest in first), the beer is plentiful but awful, and ResLife is like the meter maid of alcohol. All of a sudden she’s pining for a school where parties are inclusive, where you can drink alcohol in the dorms and know you’re not going to get punished, where the kids like are comfortable talking about Final Fantasy and Sartre and midnight soccer rather than who got selected/dumped during Rush or who hooked up with whom under what circumstances. She’d rather see kids taking their work seriously–even too seriously-- rather than sleeping in class. She’s pining for a school that has easy access to the outside world, where professors are teaching small classes, where there are eight or nine or ten different places to get coffee. She realizes that she’s terribly homesick for the U of C and she returns for Spring Quarter refreshed, knowing that she made the right choice.</p>
<p>(based on a conglomeration of my friends’ experiences)</p>
<p>Friends, aww… I read that as an autobiographical piece. The Hebrew notes were especially touching; I had the same problem with notes in Greek last year. Needless to say, the literary power of your writing translates much better than inter-language notes. Many thanks!</p>
<p>Haha has no one mentioned College bowl (i.e. quiz bowl) yet? That used to be a BIG activity for the seriously “U of C” types when I was at Chicago. I think of a typical Chicago student as having much more than a passing interest in jeopardy. Check out the team’s site if you guys haven’t seen it already:</p>
<p>[University</a> of Chicago College Bowl Team](<a href=“http://bowl.uchicago.edu/]University”>http://bowl.uchicago.edu/)</p>
<p>THEY HAVE JEOPARDY?! :O</p>
<p>I think I just fell in love again! :D</p>
<p>Although I will admit that my game show addiction lends itself more to Wheel of Fortune and Family Feud, to be honest xD</p>
<p>I second Litlhurry in that I just fell in love again. But it does not surprise me that the UofC is very much into quizbowl. </p>
<p>My school has a quiz bowl club (intramural) which I am apart of. My team and I are the reigning champions, and at the end of each year the seniors who are part of the intramural club get to play the faculty in a friendly game. Lets just say that the faculty always CREAMS the seniors. But not this year mwahahaha. The faculty is scared… very scared. They have even gone so far as to call me, “The Messiah of Quiz Bowl.” :D</p>