It is almost the end of the school year, both for high school and college students, and instead of feeling a sense of relief of being almost done with the semester, many students are instead filled with a sense of dread. Why? Because of one particular week entitled “Finals Week.”
To any high schoolers reading this I wish you luck on any finals, AP, IB, or standardized tests that you may be taking in the near future. Remember, once you finish them you are one step closer to coming to the UA!
So you’ve been admitted to the UA – that’s just step one. Now that you’re in, it’s time to complete step two: filling out your housing application ASAP! If you’ve received that acceptance letter, in the mail, or online, then you don’t have to wait – for financial aid, friends, or even your final decision to enroll – to reserve a room on campus.
Freshman year comes with many exciting opportunities, one of which is the freedom of living by yourself, or with a roommate, in one of the many residence halls offered on campus. Living in the residence halls is a great experience. I met some of my best friends in the residence hall I lived in freshman year, but the fun really begins to start in later in your college career when it is time to move off campus.
When I think about why I came to the University of Arizona, one reason in particular sticks out to me the most. I have lived all over the county, but I ultimately found my home here at the UA. I was born in Boston, Massachusetts, and have moved nine times since then; I have lived on the east coast, the west coast, and in the south, all of which are extremely different from one another.
At the University of Arizona, we are receiving applications and admitting new Wildcats every day. We also receive many emails and phone calls from students requesting the status of their application or wondering why they haven’t received a decision yet.
When I think about my experience at the University of Arizona, my mind is flooded with memories of laughing till I couldn’t breathe, late nights in the library studying, and more sporting events than I ever could have ever dreamt of. But rising above all of these shiny memories is one of the very first ones I made at the UA; it was during my first football game freshman year. Coming from a small town, it was about a four-hour drive to anywhere with a large collegiate or professional athletic program, so I didn’t frequent those too often.