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I have to enter this discussion.  Hope it's not too long/boring but I sense some kindred souls here.  Did you ever feel, secretly, in your Fr year they had somehow made a mistake?

The first in my family for generations to go to college, I was naive in the extreme.  Public, middle of the road HS in So. Low APR U, zero knowledge of college except my parents began telling me I WOULD go to college while I was still nursing.  #25 out of a graduating class of 250, 3.5 GPA, SAT of 1260.  ....

Somehow, it worked out, I graduated and accepted a fellowship to the Business School. 

Probably no one here can relate to my story but I feel good telling it, so thanks for reading.  If you know some poor soul struggling, feel free to share it with them

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I can relate to that story. Although my parents went to college, I started out similarly. 26th in a class of 365 at the local regional high school. Similar numbers. Knew nothing about college except that I was expected to attend. One day my oldest brother tells me I should apply to Penn because they have a good B school. OK. Sure. Why not. Holey crap! They let me in!

When I got to campus, I was scared out of my mind. Bunch of kids from big name schools who all seemed to know each other already and talked about things I'd never heard of.  Couldn't understand a word in the first class (Calculus with a Chinese teacher). I was so sure that there was a big mistake and my parents would kill me for wasting their money that I ended up on muscle relaxers for the first three semesters. That's how long it took to dawn on me that there was no mistake and I really could do this stuff better than 95% of those kids that scared me so.

When I got to Stanford for law school, I didn't fall for that "there must be a mistake" trick again. Sure, the people were even more impressive. Whatever.

[82 Card]

I have to enter this discussion.  Hope it's not too long/boring but I sense some kindred souls here.  Did you ever feel, secretly, in your Fr year they had somehow made a mistake?

The first in my family for generations to go to college, I was naive in the extreme.  Public, middle of the road HS in So. Low APR U, zero knowledge of college except my parents began telling me I WOULD go to college while I was still nursing.  #25 out of a graduating class of 250, 3.5 GPA, SAT of 1260.  ....

Somehow, it worked out, I graduated and accepted a fellowship to the Business School. 

Probably no one here can relate to my story but I feel good telling it, so thanks for reading.  If you know some poor soul struggling, feel free to share it with them

Go Card!

I can relate to that story. Although my parents went to college, I started out similarly. 26th in a class of 365 at the local regional high school. Similar numbers. Knew nothing about college except that I was expected to attend. One day my oldest brother tells me I should apply to Penn because they have a good B school. OK. Sure. Why not. Holey crap! They let me in!

When I got to campus, I was scared out of my mind. Bunch of kids from big name schools who all seemed to know each other already and talked about things I'd never heard of.  Couldn't understand a word in the first class (Calculus with a Chinese teacher). I was so sure that there was a big mistake and my parents would kill me for wasting their money that I ended up on muscle relaxers for the first three semesters. That's how long it took to dawn on me that there was no mistake and I really could do this stuff better than 95% of those kids that scared me so.

When I got to Stanford for law school, I didn't fall for that "there must be a mistake" trick again. Sure, the people were even more impressive. Whatever.