My first two years at Anoka-Ramsey Community College were fantastic. Go to school, take some deceptively easy classes, meet friendly students who are anywhere from 15 to 70+, and learn from teachers who care and promote an overall ownership of your education. Hang out with local friends when you're done. It was damn near ideal--I was tremendously successful and enthusiastic about college.
Eager, I entered the University of Minnesota system. I continued to drive from home because of the resources available to me there like friends, family, and equipment (cars, computers, information, tools, etc). Things turned horrible quickly, however. This place had hoop after hoop I had to jump through, something I didn't suspect as the admissions process was nothing more than a simple "you're accepted!"
The assertiveness I had acquired at community college was also being challenged. Within two weeks, I had two tenured professors very angry with me for suggesting syllabus and assignment changes and doing assignments my own way. That was incredibly frustrating and I took several ego blows and personal insults, but with time they realized that I mean well and things worked out. I also enrolled in our U's Inter-College Program which allowed me to bypass a ton of hoops and requirements, including the dreaded senior paper!
Now in my senior year, I'm still furious with the University system. The quality of education, in my opinion, is below that of community college. Since it's a research University, most faculty are researching something--which means they care less about teaching. It REALLY shows, too. I've tutored English for two years and taught martial arts for three, and as an educator I can, unfortunately, report that the teaching is generally terrible at my University. I see too many students who hate their instructors and don't understand what they're teaching. The only noteworthy professors I've had have all been near retirement.
Socially, I could never fit in if I tried. I hung around adults during most of my socially formative years, and I always feel like somebody's parent at any social gathering. Partying yields few rewards for me: I hate crappy beer and sadly find most of my University-cultured peers uninteresting and mediocre. Screw partying--blowjobs aren't exactly difficult to get, anyway

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The only way to understand college is to try it.