<p>Addendum (I know it’s ranting season because I’m procrastinating on writing up an annotated bibliography, so I apologize to all who are reading my drivel):</p>
<p>Every school has issues with its image that it has to overcome, and Chicago isn’t alone in that regard. I don’t particularly care if you (the prospie) apply here or if you (the college student lurker) like the school, but guess I wish you knew more about why you don’t like it or why it doesn’t attract you. If nothing else, tell yourself that there’s this annoying poster who feels like she has to have the last word on everything and every internet thread, takes everything too seriously, acts self-righteousy about her amaaaaazing relationship with the U of C and introduces select anecdotes to legitimize nearly unsupportable statements.</p>
<p>What I’ve found here is something wildly different from what I expected I’d find, and I think clarifying some of the misperceptions I had is one of the reasons I post so much. I think that like you, sanjen, I thought Chicago would be some kind of intellectual supremacist hellhole. What have I found instead? I’ve found kids having fun, (* say whaaaaaaaaat?!*), a certain kind of easygoingness in the realms of dress, competition and grades, a collection of students who are all amazed that they too, wound up here even after being flared away time and time again because this place might just might be right.</p>
<p>By the way, I’m still convinced my admission was a fluke, and I pondered this heavily as I was wandering around the third floor of the stacks of the Reg today, trying to pull out books relevant to my research paper. I came to the conclusion that it’s the university’s fault for admitting me, and in the meantime I’m going to ransack them for all they are worth.</p>