After a year and a half at my previous college, I decided I needed a change. After weeks of debating if the treacherous process of transferring was actually worth it, I found it to be necessary. I realized I was yearning for a type of college experience that I wasn’t getting from the college that I was attending. I realized what I really wanted was to finish my college career in the comfort of my own home.
So where did that leave me exactly? Other schools in the area were too far to commute daily or way too expensive. Choosing Marist meant admitting to my mom that she was right all along. I did all the research possible, and made what felt like hours worth of phone calls. Because of Marist’s politeness, phone etiquette, and willingness to answer all of my questions, I ended up at Marist. While my mom waited in the parking lot I went in to meet an incredibly helpful admissions counselor who patiently and accurately answered all of my questions while also making me feel comfortable by telling me stories about his friends transferring when he was in college.
I left the office and got into the car with a big smile on my face. My mom looked at me with an ear to ear grin and said, “Told ya so!” Thus began the process of acquiring all my transcripts and recommendations. The god awful process of transferring, which I swore to myself I’d never have to do ended up being incredibly easy! Marist helped me step by step with check lists and not to mention the same admissions counselor that once again patiently answered all of my emails. However, the best part about the transfer was the fact that Marist took every credit I had previously earned (every transfer students dream). I had officially applied to Marist in December; all that was left was to wait for the decision.
It felt like it took forever to hear back, I anxiously checked the mail every day. Finally, on a rainy April day, there was a big envelope in my mailbox from Marist. Tears of joy streamed down my face. Everything was finally falling into place. I was ready to start my life as a Red Fox. Over the next few months I began getting bombarded by emails and letters from Marist talking about all the activities going on and clubs to get involved in. This reminded me why I chose Marist, its community and constant activities. There was so much to do at Marist it seemed impossible to be bored. I couldn’t wait to start.
The week before school started I began to get nervous, that type of nervous you used to get when you were little. The first day of school jitters began to set in. I began worrying about a lot of different things. Would I make friends? Will my professors like me? Am I going to be able to handle the work load, the commute, and having a job? Did I actually make the right choice? In the midst of all of these worries I received another email, due to hurricane Irene, the first day of classes were cancelled. “Thank God”, I thought, an extra day to take it all in, an extra day to calm myself down.
On Tuesday August 30th I woke up at 9 AM, even though, I didn’t have class until 2 o’clock. I ate a healthy breakfast and proceeded to dance around my house shouting “first day of school”. My nerves seemed to disappear; I knew this was right for me. I got to Marist a half hour early so that I could make sure I was on time and I knew where I was going. People I didn’t even know smiled at me, held doors for me, and an entire class full of people said “bless you” when I sneezed, I had never seen this at another campus. I was finally at home.
There’s a song called “Boston” by the band Augustana, one of the lyrics in the song is, “I think I need a sunrise, I’m tired of the sunset”. That’s how I felt throughout my transfer process. I was just tired of my current surroundings and I needed something new. I was tired of the sunset. I found my sunrise at Marist.