This is very long post but you don’t necessarily need to read all of it.
Context: last year, I was in the enviable position of being salutatorian and accepted to a high ranking, selective LAC with all of my financial need met.
Then I had a horrible freshman year. I didn’t fit in with any social groups, so I had no social life at all for most of the year. My OCD flared. My RA committed suicide. I couldn’t get work study even though it was included in my aid package. On and on.
So the FIRST problem relevant to my transfer applications is that I had really negative experiences with 4 out of my 8 professors, and my GPA dropped to just below 3.0. No matter how hard I tried (I spent 10+ hours a week in office hours and in tutoring and supplemental instruction) I hardly ever did better than a B. So I couldn’t figure out how to improve my work, even incrementally, and my professors acted like letter grades were unimportant as long as I was “trying my best.” I guess they didn’t believe my best could get any better. It felt like I was just getting evaluated over and over again with no expectation that I would improve.
[[[No doubt some people will try to blame me or assume I’m just sore because I don’t get A’s all the time in college, so here is some optional, supplementary background. At my LAC, professors like to prove they have a normal distributions of As, Bs, and Cs by sending us all detailed histograms after major exams.They want to show that they are teaching a Rigorous Course. My professors seemed to have decided I was a B student to the point where in one of my partner presentations, the professor returned the exact same feedback to both of us but gave me a B and my partner an A. When I emailed him about it, he dodged the question and never clarified what I didn’t do that my partner did. This same professor returned a total of 7 out of 12 graded assignments over the course of the year, and by the time he had returned the first one we were on the fourth, so we didn’t receive any feedback for a lot of our work. My language professor was incompetent and fell severely behind on our syllabus, but we were still held to the same standards as the other language sections and had to take the same tests, despite being inadequately prepared. My academic adviser didn’t seem to give much of a crap about me and never had any substantial advice.]]]
The SECOND problem is that I was really trying to make it work at my current college, and didn’t come to terms with the fact that I really don’t want to go back in the fall until after the deadline for fall transfer admissions at other colleges had passed. Right now I’m looking at a college similar in many ways to my current LAC, but is known for having a less potent stress culture, and I actually know a few people from my high school who attend and have given me good reviews. It’s also closer to home, which is easier on my mental health.
The THIRD problem is that I can’t transfer into a new school until January, so I have to either go back to my current LAC for one more semester, or take a semester off. (I would hope that during that semester I would be working and saving money, but the job market in my hometown is notoriously competitive, even for entry level and unglamorous positions.) AND I really want to graduate in 2018 as planned so I would need to take an extra course here and there (which is permitted) or some summer classes to make up the credits. As a science major, I will be taking many labs, which are worth 1 extra credit, and that may make up some of the difference as well.
To complicate matters even further, I don’t have any guarantee of admissions or sufficient financial aid from the transfer options I’m interested in.
Finally, I go to a “”“prestigious”"" LAC. It has a strong program in my major. Part of me questions why I should leave when my school is supposedly so great. Some students hate it and are clearly miserable, but other students/alumns talk it up all the time and attribute all of their success to the school. It makes me think “maybe I should just go back and try for it one more semester…” On the other hand, I get panicky just thinking about September, and it’s probably not a good idea to go back to the place where I wanted to die for weeks at a time.
I would appreciate any advice, suggestions, or stories of past experiences that are relevant to my decisions here.