I Chose a College....Finally

I Chose a College...Finally
Posted on 02/16/2018
February 5, 2018 was exciting for much of the nation; the Philadelphia Eagles won Super Bowl LII less than 24 hours prior. The entire city of Philadelphia was on fire, literally; however, my excitement on February 5 did not come from the Eagles’ first win.

No, my excitement came 
from finally choosing a school where I am going to continue the next 4 years of my academic career. As of fall 2018, I will be attending Duquesne University for nursing.

As a senior, this time of year can be extremely stressful. Many students apply to college early and receive their options for schools in the winter. I was one of these students. I applied to 11 different nursing programs throughout Pennsylvania, and was accepted to 10. The one school I did not get into, of course, was my number one. I was heartbroken and devastated, because I
saw myself at that school.

The ten options I was left with were incredible programs, but I had no idea how I was going to decide where I wanted to spend the next four years of my life.
It is a lot of pressure. Every time I would see a family friend or relative, they would ask me where I was going next year. I would tell them I was unsure still, but would focus on the fact I was accepted to ten nursing programs.

The largest nursing programs only accept around 150
students, and I applied to some of the smaller programs as well. To be accepted to that many nursing programs was unfathomable to me. My friends and family all had opinions on what school would be best for me.

I knew I did not want a small school. Quickly, I narrowed my choices from ten schools to three. This decision left me with Temple University, Drexel University, and Duquesne University: all three schools with excellent nursing programs.

I thought I wanted to be in 
Philadelphia, which swayed me toward the Temple/Drexel direction. Temple and Drexel are two very different schools. I had concerns about both; one school is more socially centered and the
other is more academically centered. I was unsure if I could fit in perfectly to either school; however, I tried to see myself at those schools. It felt like fitting a puzzle piece in the wrong spot, believing it to work.

I juggled with this decision for two months, and it felt like the longest two months of my life. I had no clue where I wanted to go. On any given day, my head would be somewhere different. I could see myself at all three schools, for three different reasons.
February 5, I came home from school, fed up with not knowing where I was going or where I truly wanted to go. I knew I couldn’t keep functioning with the stress of not knowing. I spent hours looking at student reviews the night of the fifth. I was in all three Facebook groups
and was able to get a feel of prospective students. I knew I had to leave all outside opinions out
of my decision.

It came like an epiphany to me. I recounted the countless times I visited Duquesne, how it was my very first college visit. I remembered my first visit during the Pitt-Notre Dame Game and how I ran into the Dean of Admissions when looking for the school bookstore. During the decision process, I remembered saying how I could walk on that campus right then and there and
feel comfortable.

For the seniors still waiting anxiously for college options, or those in the same boat as I
was prior to February 5: don’t force your college decision. Don’t let anyone else’s opinion sway
the decision: this has to entirely be your own. At the end of the day, you are the one attending the
college.
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