succumbing to peer pressure

Saturday, February 22, 2003

Alas, still wishing I didn't like it here as much as I seem to. Continuing to think that this is a place where I could really fit in and be really happy. Which I realize is a good thing, and is something I'll be excited about...later. It's just that I came here feeling like Emory was my safety school, and there was really only a very small chance that I would come here...and it's all beginning to feel a lot like CWRU and undergrad. - almost not applying, the last school I heard about/contemplated, somewhat begrudgingly liking it...

We spent the day today with students of various years, toured the campus (on campus housing is *really* awesome), went sightseeing in Atlanta (drinks on the top floor of the Westin, featuring a revolving floor, offering an amazing view of the entire city every 35 minutes), and ate dinner at this great place (Murphy's). I know it was all planned to give us the most positive perspective possible, but somehow even that just helped me to like the place more. We (Anna, Ryan, and I) joked last night that everyone seemed too nice, it had to be an act. And while it still could be, lord knows I'm among the worst judges of character, everything today just came off so genuinely. It was so luxurious to spend the day with people who wanted nothing more than to make sure that a) you enjoyed yourself and b) every question you could possibly think of was answered truthfully and fairly. And the students really seemed to work hard to paint a fair picture of the department, not sugar-coating things, intentionally bringing up minor complaints and whatnot to "balance out" all the postitives they, of course, were making sure to tell us about. I don't know, I just have to believe Marsha (dept. assistant) when she says if we're not happy here, she wants us to go somewhere else. I have to believe that they (the students, faculty, and profs) are honestly looking for who will fit best into the department, not just trying to increase their numbers. *sigh* I hate this part. Not as much as the waiting, but almost. I know that sounds really awful. I know it's like the girl complaining that two boys are fighting over her. I know it makes me sound awful to complain about having numerous wonderful schools making wonderful offers for me to enroll there...but I can't help it.


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