Hey, incoming Class of 20
1615, we know you’re not all freshmen. In fact, some of you have already seen the highs and very, very lows of college life and are looking for something better. But you’re back to being a freshman again and I know, from experience, that it isn’t fun. Transfer students are a breed of their own, a group of motivated individuals who come to Georgetown hoping that this second time around will meet their expectations.
I started out at New York University, surrounded by a predictably eclectic and vivacious bunch. On my floor, I would wake up to the sound of an aspiring Broadway actor practicing “Defying Gravity” down the hall. Two weeks into classes, our entire hall had memorized the lyrics to a wanna-be Justin Timberlake hallmate’s atrocious and over-produced single (he was very clear to tell us the piano lights on fire in the video to symbolize his fiery passion.) We had everything from the “you haven’t seen that movie?” budding film majors to the “you don’t wear high heels to class?” fashion and design majors.
Coming to from Manhattan to Georgetown was certainly a dramatic change. During the ten-hour car ride with my parents to Georgetown, all I knew was that I wanted to be in a school that emphasized a campus over a city, and focused on the academics. I knew that my life at NYU was great, but didn’t quite satisfy my academic interests and the loans I’d be incurring in three years. Not only was that exactly what Georgetown gave me, but it was the best decision I’ve ever made.