Hi my name is Megan and I’m a sophomore at Wash U. I’m studying communication Design and Writing.
I’m really excited to be writing about the school because I get to share my love for it with you all.
I started thinking recently about how all of this started. When I was a senior in high school, Wash U was a school I had heard of because I had a lot of friends whose older siblings went there. I didn’t know much about it because I had always had my heart set on the school that own sibling went to. Clearly, that was all going to change over the long slow process that is choosing a college.
I first really experienced WashU at a portfolio review. I had been wandering around the SAIC building in Chicago on portfolio. In the course of these reviews, I decided to get in line for Wash U’s reviewers. This was the first time I saw these few faces that would go on to become very familiar to me as a Freshman. I got to the front of the line and instead of the awkward presentation I had to put on as I explained my portfolio my reviewer immediately began conversing with me. I would show him a piece. He would ask a question. Not the questions that are basically a report of an artwork’s vitals but questions that actually allowed me to show what I had to offer as an artist and (more importantly) a student. This reviewer also mentioned something about being a professor for communication design. I had no idea what that was at the time but I knew I wanted to learn.
Fast forward to me looking over my acceptances. I had gotten into what I thought was my “dream school” months ago but for some reason was unable to commit. I decided to go visit a second time. As I was walking around the school following my reviewer and all of a sudden realized the school I had wanted to go to since my brother gotten in when I was for, the “dream school”, wasn’t right. It was too big, too hard to take academics, and maybe too comfortable. I started to panic and remembered I still had admitted students day to go to at Wash U.
I drove into St. Louis that weekend feeling lost and nervous. I had never been to the city before and I knew almost nothing about the school besides what snippets I got from pamphlets they mailed to my house. The moment I stepped onto the campus, though, I knew this was it and it kept proving itself to me the further in I dove. The campus and surrounding areas were beautiful. The food was delectable, the dorms were so comfortable, the academic opportunities were everything I wanted, and it’s the perfect size. I knew this was going to be the case when I saw the phrase “every student by name and story written on the bench. Everywhere I go there’s someone I know and a whole bunch of new people to meet. I was excited about every new thing I learned and I committed soon after I got home.
It sounded to good to be true but here I am a year later still as infatuated with the school as I was that first day.
