By POOJA HIREMATH, senior
DEAR COLLEGE CONFIDENTIAL,
Do you know the feeling of loathing something… yet always coming back to it? That defines our relationship. No matter how much you tell me I’m not good enough and how I have to find a hook (whatever that means!), I still turn to you with all of my college-related questions and concerns.
I turn to you for reassurance yet whenever I am on your site, I am inundated with a slew of threads and posts; finding something useful is as successful as searching for a diamond in a garbage truck.
Not only do I not find what I seek, but I also encounter hundreds of people on your site crowing about their acceptance into my dream school. I hate how there are thousands of people using terms that I have never heard of to refer to programs and competitions that I will never qualify for. You’re supposed to calm my fears, yet you fill me with false information and make me feel entirely unqualified. And those four little numbers…when I’m on CC, those are always of the utmost importance, the basis for judgement by thousands of other users.
When I finally go to college, you will no longer be one of my recently opened tabs. One day, I will say goodbye to you once and for all. Good riddance.