Where I was Then

During my fall quarter at the University of Chicago, I was greatly disappointed with this place. Now, in my spring quarter, I'm beginning to think whether I was right all along, or whether I was being highly idealistic and naïve. Maybe it was that that got me accepted to this fine institution, famous for its highly gifted faculty, minds, and research. I am just a lowly undergrad, who will graduate with a B.A in Economics, and move on to bigger and better things in life. However, in a sense, I always feel that there wasn't much in it for me, and that I lacked a lot of contact with outside sources regarding getting the best out of my academic and social life. But, in a perverted manner, there was no doubt in my mind was there an ounce of ingenuity in that I still hold dearly to these somewhat half-assed ideas that this place was really a 'dream school'.