Right under your nose

When I was growing up Bridgewater State College was literally down the road from my house. Thus, when it came time for me to start looking at colleges BSC didn't make my list since it was "too close." Instead I listened to my friends, teachers and guidance conselor who all pushed for to the four year, private, liberal arts college. In my high school, which was parochial, it was almost expected that we go to a private college, since so many of the graduating class precrding mine had done so. I will admit I feel for this thought hook, line and sinker. I believed that if I was going to college it needed to be a big name school, with ivy covered walls, like the ones I had always seen in movies.

Therefore, when it was time for me to chose where I was to gain my higher education I chose from appearances and not what the college stood for. I will not name the college I went to, but only say that is a local private college. At first things seemed different than I antipated, but thought to myself that I shouldn't let my ideas of what college should be influence my experience.

However, over the course of the year I found myself weary of the life I had there. I remember clearly that one day as I walked past the seniors going to convocation and I knew immediately that I was not going to graduate from this place.

That summer I decided to take a few summer courses at Bridgewater State College. As soon as I sat in one of the classrooms I felt comfortable in this place. I had always thought that a bigger school would not be for me, but I found that I loved it. I loved not knowing everyone in my class, since at my college it was roughly the size of a high school.

Here I was able to meet people from all walks of life and of all ages. It was during that summer that I decided to transfer to BSC. I think it was one of the best decisions I have ever made. By transferring, I not only would be helping out my family a lot finaccially, but I was taking control of my life, choosing where I wanted to go for the reasons that I wanted.

At BSC, I wanted to join things, such as this paper. I think by being in an environment that I felt comfortable in I was able to do things that I wanted to do. I love BSC and I hate when people say awful things about this school.

Sure, it has its flaws, such as parking and online registration problems, but what place doesn't? Therefore, while BSC is not a perfect place by any means, it is the perfect place for me.