Seeing as back-to-school time is coming upon us, and this is my first time I will NOT be returning to my former community college after summer break, I’ve been sitting around thinking about how different things are now that I attend a four-year university. Thus, the birth of this post. Here’s 10 things I miss about community college:
1. Having all my classes in the same building.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my campus. That being said, life was a lot easier when I didn’t have to book it to a different building after class. At my community college, all my classes were in the same building. ‘Twas a simpler time.
2. Going home at the end of the day.
Back when I was in community college, I’d wrap up my classes for the day and head back to the house I’ve lived in for 20 years. This past semester, I’d finish class…and go back to my dorm, two minutes away. Living on campus was convenient, but it was kind of a pain in the ass on Saturdays to look out your window and see the building you take the class you despise in.
3. Small classes.
Luckily, my university isn’t HUGE, but the class sizes are still at LEAST quadruple what I’m used to. At my community college, I had a class that had ten people in it. At my university, I’m going to have a class with 100 people in it this upcoming semester. It was a lot easier to get ahold of a professor when you didn’t have to fight 99 other people to get to them.
4. Speaking of professors, office hours are NOT a thing at community college.
You may be wondering why I miss this. Simply enough, if you needed to talk to a professor, you would just TALK to them. You didn’t have to rush into a whole new building and fight your classmates to get ten minutes of your professor’s time–you would just approach them at the end of class and they would go over everything you needed to know. Now, my professors are so desperate to get out of their rooms so the next class can come in, I have to haul ass across campus just to ask them a question about homework assignments.
5. Downtown was RIGHT THERE.
Now, I realize this may only apply to my community college, but it was in the heart of downtown. My community college happened to be down the street from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, so it was surrounded by restaurants, museums, and things to do in between class. At my current university, your options between class are pretty much limited to whatever is around you–your dorm, the building you’re in, outside, or the student center.
This one may seem like hell to a lot of people, but bear with me here: My community college was in the heart of the town I grew up in, and a lot of people I went to high school with ended up going there. I REALIZE A LOT OF PEOPLE WOULDN’T WANT THAT, but for me, it was a bit calming to be thrown into a college environment where there were familiar faces. That, and since it was small, if you made a friend in a class, odds are you’d probably end up having another class with them or seeing them around the building. My university is big–you start a new class, that girl you sat next to in English isn’t going to be there.
7. THE DOGS.
Sure, there are dogs on my campus now, but nowhere NEAR the amount of dogs at my community college. Like I said, my community college was in the heart of downtown, so a lot of people were down there. My university is it’s own place: campus is IN the town, campus isn’t THE town. Not so many doggos.
8. EVERYTHING WAS CHEAP AND I’M SAD
Pro tip: Community college is a LOT cheaper than a university. Like, A LOT cheaper. Even the bookstore–a pack of pens was $1 there. I promise you, it will be at least $5 at a university.
9. The shuttle driver.
This is random, but I do miss him. My community college had FIVE campuses, and I took classes at two of them. There was a shuttle that drove to and from each campus, and the driver for my shuttle was hilarious. He was a Chicago Bears fan, and I’m a Green Bay Packers fan, so we would always shit talk each other. That, and he always bought me popcorn.
I love my university, and I worked my ass off to get there. It’s also three hours from home. That wasn’t an easy transition. I’d be lying if I told you I love my hometown–I don’t. At all. I don’t miss the town. I miss the people: My friends, my family, my dogs…But it’s good that I left. That being said, I still miss my damn dogs.