This week’s front about spring transfer students wasn’t a random divine inspiration.

It actually came to me because I was a spring transfer student myself last year. I transferred here last January as a freshman from SUNY Fredonia.

I felt a little obnoxious asking the new transfer students the questions for the article, because I used to get the same questions over and over and over. “Where did you transfer from?” “Why did you transfer?” “You didn’t like Fredonia?”

No, I didn’t like Fredonia. That’s why I transferred, actually. Fredonia was small, everyone lived off-campus, and it was literally in the middle of nowhere. If you think there’s nothing to do in Rochester — or if you really, really like dollar stores — you should definitely check out the Dunkirk-Fredonia shopping plaza.

My aunt went to UR in the early `90s. She told me to come here because all the guys are hot and all the girls are ugly. I don’t really know how true that is, but people have chosen schools for worse reasons.

The most unfortunate circumstance about my decision to transfer here is that I was offered the Xerox scholarship back when I was in high school, but didn’t even apply here. So if I had applied here in the first place, I would have about an extra $24,000 kicking around right now.

Contrary to what most people would think, I’d have to say that transferring in the spring of freshman year was probably a lot easier than transferring at any other time. I knew what I wanted to do and I did it, before I got too attached to the other place and changed my mind.

Also, since I was both a freshman and a transfer student, people gave me twice as much leniency when it came to not having a clue what was going on. The downside is that it’s logistically really hard to do and you have to become really good friends with the people in admissions.

A year later, I tend to forget that I didn’t come here in the first place. The other sophomores have only been here for one semester longer than I have. And now, having gone to two schools, I feel like I know what I’m talking about when I say that this school is a good place for me to be.

Smith can be reached at ksmith@campustimes.org.



Notes by Nadia: I’m disappointed in this country

I always knew misogyny existed in our country, but I never knew it was to the extent that Americans would pick a rapist and convicted felon as president over a smart, educated, and highly qualified woman. 

Hobbies and mediocrity: you don’t have to be good at everything

Writing became something I had to be good at in order to share.

Whatever happened to the dormitories of yesteryear?

Two images come to mind: One is of cinder block-walled rooms hidden behind brutalist edifices, and the other is of air-conditioned suites bathed in natural light.