Hold My Hand

I loved the University of Toronto. One of my favorite things about it was how big it was and how a person could get totally lost. I had to do everything myself. I had to pick my classes and remember to register and figure out whether or not I got all my requirements in before graduation. If I didn't, it was pretty much my fault. I never had an advisor. If I needed help I had to go find it myself from a professor or a TA or someone else...there was no hand-holding. I felt very grown-up.

When I decided to go to UB I wasn't worried about how big it was or how unpersonal it would be. College, for me, isn't a personal experience in that sense. I don't expect to have a guidence counselor like I did in high school. So, why is it that when I walked into the advisors office at UB I lost all my common sense? I felt like a 2-year-old and I just wanted someone to tell me exactly what classes I need to take, get me into them, get me loans and financial aide, buy my books, show me where to park every day and where my classes would be. Pam, my advisor, was looking for a little more in-put from me. I miss Canada...