Transfer
It’s finally built up and hit me like an 18-wheeler. Tallahassee has hit my last nerve. I always liked FSU and dealt with the city it is located because of my friends and fun here. Recently though I’ve had a change of heart. Maybe it’s the fact I’ve been to several other schools in the southeast on roadtrips to football games this fall but I’ve realized how awful FSU is. The people here are terrible. Mean and terrible. I went to University of Tennessee-Knoxville last weekend for the Georgia-Tennessee game with my fraternity twin. I knew no one there but was taken by my twin’s friends from home like I had known them all my life. Maybe it would wear off but I am ready to get out of this place.
At first it was a joke but it’s slowly becoming a reality. I want to transfer. I know, I’m a junior but I think it can be done. I want to go to UGA, USC, UT, or Clemson. That’s the short list at least. Get me to a real school. I’ve already examined all the transfer applications for the respective schools. I need a good girl, impossible to find at FSU. However, being my position in the Public Relations major at FSU, I’m not sure I can just leave. I’m between a rock and a terrible place, that being Tallahassee. Maybe I just need an extended break away. Or just need to graduate faster. People are driving me crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy.
