Transfer student vs. traditional student
My MSU orientation took place in January, 1997 and consisted of approximately three hours of map reading and standardized testing. I was placed in a dorm room space left unoccupied by a student who left the university to return home. I knew no one on my floor, or really at the university. When I think back on that first semester, it was the closest I ever came to dropping out of school.
I was socially isolated to 3 East Mayo Hall. I formed no lasting friendships, save the roommate I eventually lost touch with. I joined no clubs, couldn't find a job and had so poorly planned my classes that I was traveling 45 minutes on a bus to one class, four times per week. I returned, via Greyhound, to Kalamazoo every weekend.
I accept full responsibility for my relative unhappiness. Save for a few feeble attempts in the beginning, I did not reach out and explore. I have since learned that happiness and success are what you make them, and waiting for them to arrive is an exercise in futility. I was intimidated by what I saw as "living in the big city" and was frightened and alone.
Could a more robust orientation have helped in this regard? Perhaps, but that is not a certainty. Looking back, I wonder how many transfer students in SS97 felt the same way I did. How many of them persisted, and how many dropped or stopped out? Why did I persist? Was it fear of appearing incapable? Maybe. Perceptions of those around me? Definitely. Fear of failure? Absolutely. But what other factors were at play? I fear this is one of those deeply held, yet relatively intangible things about me that try as I might to comprehend or bring to closure I am unsure that I ever fully will.
Labels: acclimation, attrition, bean and metzner, orientation, persistence, transfer