Ever think back to a time where solely one decision you made completely changed your life? I still remember the day I submitted my application to transfer to UCF. I was just sitting around my house and my mom casually said “hey, I’m applying to jobs in Florida. I think you should apply to some schools down there.” At the time I didn’t take it seriously but the more I thought about it, I got more excited thinking about living in Florida. I never lived outside of New York and New Jersey. Jersey sucks. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Screw it, I applied.
The funniest part about me ending up here is that I only came across UCF by searching “schools in Florida with late application dates.” It was June at the time. I didn’t tell a single person, I didn’t want to jinx it. That next month I waited, and waited. Not going to lie, I began doubting the decision (not that I had any commitment) but I started thinking irrationally. “Don’t gators come out of toilets down there?” “I heard hail there is pretty bad.” Worst case scenario, I didn’t mind my original university, I just felt trapped. There was only 3,000 students. My high school only had 600 less students. July was ending and my mom decided to not take any of the jobs. Then August came. That little application status on the site changed from pending to accepted. i kid you not I can’t remember a happier time in my life. Maybe when I got accepted to college the first time. I contemplated it for the next few days and made my decision. That Tuesday I booked my flight for that Wednesday. No one knew I had even applied to another school at this point. So what do I do? I announced my transfer on Twitter. The amount of “WTFs” I got following that tweet was unreal. On top of that, telling people my flight was at 10AM wasn’t any easier. I didn’t care I had to do it for myself. You gotta live a little once in a while. My first time in Florida was two weeks before, mind you. Never Orlando. Pretty sporadic, I know. Thinking back now, if I stayed at my other college I would have been looking forward to the end of college. It was in Chester, the second worst city in America, and I was only 30 minutes away from home. Now, I’m at the second most populated school in the country in Orlando. People vacation here. I’ve only had a few friends visit me but every one of them has asked how I get anything done here. My answer is always “very difficultly.”
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