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Life in a Famous University

Ever know what it feels like to be in a well-known university?

By ѕєяαн 〈セラ〉Published 6 years ago 8 min read
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That day arrives. The mailman/woman walks to your driveway and shoves the important documents that determine whether or not your future career will be on the correct path. You run out and immediately grab all the envelopes in your mailbox and run back inside. You were so excited that you even forgot to close your mailbox. When you enter back inside your humble home, your parents are looking at you with quizzical looks due to the fact that you basically ran like the Flash to go to the mailbox. You do not even sit on the couch. You are standing...well, pacing back and forth literally dropping the envelopes that are not important to you.

And there it was. Four envelopes with your potential university's logo on it. One of them being a world-wide known university and becoming more famous and well-known by the year. You tear open the first one. The letter says:

"Dear Miss. Song,

We are regretful to say that we are not able to offer you your admission to our great university at this time. Please try and reapply the next school semester.

Sincerely,

Columbia University."

You stare at that letter with remorse. Then you shake your head to get out of the funk because that is only one of your letters. You throw that remorseful letter down to the floor and out of your peripheral vision you see your parents reading it with curious eyes. You still have three more. The next one comes in an elaborate colored, bordered, white, huge envelope. You tear it open. This second letter says:

"Dear Miss. Song,

We are regretful to say that we are not able to offer you your admission to our great university at this time; however, we are sending this letter to inform you that although you are not offered your admission, there is still a possible chance. You are not offered your admission immediately because you are on our waitlists. Please wait until you are noticed further.

Sincerely,

University Of The Arts."

You sigh and roll your eyes. This letter was another punch to your heart; although, this punch was not as painful as the first one. You still remain hopeful for this one. You throw this letter to the ground and yet again your parents read it with curious eyes. You still have two more letters to go. You open your second to final letter. This letter says:

"Dear Miss. Song,

We are regretful to say that we not able to offer you your admission to our great university at this time; however, we are sending this letter to inform you that although you are not offered your admission there is still a possible chance. You are not offered your admission immediately because you are on our waitlists. Please wait until you are noticed further.

Sincerely,

Temple: Tyler School Of Music."

You sigh and throw this letter in anger. You think to yourself, "Is there any university that is ever going to accept you? It is already too late to send out more applications to colleges or universities. You sent out so many applications you have lost track, and yet only four envelopes of important letters that will determine your future life have returned." There's one letter left. This final letter. Except you have lost confidence and faith and you just leave that letter on the couch and tell your parents, "You guys can read it, I'm just going to my room and going to write fan fiction since that is all I am ever great at...and my musical skills are not talented enough." You leave and close your room's door behind you as you jump and flop on your bed feeling defeated.

Then your door swings open with a loud bang. Your mother is holding your letter and your father is behind your mother. You raise your head up and look at them, "What?" Your mother shakes the paper in her hands and says excitedly, "You made it!" You sit up immediately and ask, "I what?" Your mother and father runs into your room and immediately sits down on either side of you holding out the letter to you. This final letter says:

"Dear Miss. Song,

We are excited to say that we are allowing your admission to our great university. Congratulations on your admission! And welcome to the best education you will ever receive! And welcome to the university that has the largest alumni association in the world! Please feel free to read all the welcome packets and booklets that you have received in your envelope. And once again, we are excited to say welcome to your new home!

Sincerely,

Pennsylvania State University

Penn State University."

Your eyes widen. You do not know what to feel at that moment. This university was somewhat famous and known to people worldwide. The con is that it is about four hours away from all of your family and old friend(s). "It is great to get a new experience and start a new life," You thought.

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Fast forward to 1/9/2018

"Hello. My name is Hana Song. Some people know me as Serah or Luna. I am supposed to be a sophomore...but I have some extra credits...and apparently according to PSU I am a Junior. It is a pleasure to meet you." That is how I always greet people. The above story is about my before life. But do you know what really stinks? Even when you attend a school that is worldwide known, it sucks that you are a minority.

One would think that even seeing all these Asians walking to and from every corner of this beautiful campus that people will show some respect towards minorities and respect the vast diversity that Penn State has to offer. In my experience, it is more divided than ever before. Now some people will say that PSU is the best university that one can ever say yes to. Well those some people? They are Caucasians, they are of white descent. They never truly experienced what it was like to be stereotyped (well except, you know, for the classic valley white girl Starbucks and few other exceptions).

I miss my home. I miss my hometown. At least at my hometown the minorities were held to a higher standards. People wouldn't look down upon us because of our race or skin color. They would actually hold us on a golden throne. They acknowledged us. To think that a famous university has such racists thinking is a disappointment. I also have noted that as soon as you arrive to this beautiful campus, you change. You will change on how your outlook upon life is and how you go about to solve basically everything. Up here it is a dog eat dog world. No one will give you an once of their attention unless it benefits for them as well.

So what? So why don't you go and hang out with the other Asians or the other minorities? You are thinking right? Well. Here's the thing. If I were to hang out with the other Asians...I will have to act like an asshole. And I am not an asshole. All the types of Asians have their own little clumps and cliques. There is this one group of Chinese students in particular that acts so dang cocky and so dang rude. They flaunt everything. They flaunt that they can wear the most expensive Prada or Rolex watch. They even flaunt their vehicles. Teslas, Ferraris, Lambos, you name it. So even if I were to try and befriend them I am not as rich as they are...so they will outright reject me.

So what? Go to your own race. Go to the Koreans. Same thing happens here. And so this is why I am saying this place is amazing yet we are all so divided when it comes to trying to socialize. I am in a lot of organizations that comes together and does NOT discriminate on what type of Asian you are or what your heritage is...but yet at the same time even when I am having a great fun time with those organizations...it is not the same.

Why? You are asking. Well let me tell you. Because...what am I supposed to do outside of the organization? A lot of the people in my organizations already are close friends with each other...and here comes this new Korean girl into their organization(s) trying to get in the flow with how they function.

In a way, I am just venting. And in a way...I am just writing another one of those useless diary entries that never comes true. You know like Barbie Diaries? She had one of those magical diaries that whatever thoughts or wishes or even prayers she put in it...it will somehow in whatever shape of form it will come true. Well, mine are not being answered. What can a girl do to get recognized and not get stomped on and pushed around? Standing my ground is not working, nor is trying to put myself out there and trying to get involved. I feel like an outcast no matter what I do. What am I supposed to do?

That is the million dollar question for everyone. Most likely anyways. What am I supposed to do?

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