I had the day off from work for Good Friday, so I spent the day at UCF. I had class this morning, and some homework to get done, so I hung out and soaked up WiFi until the evening.
It’s funny, but I haven’t actually spent much time on campus, and certainly not just chilling out and doing homework. Most of my degree program has been online, and when I’ve had to take a course on campus I’ve always done so in the morning so that I can book it off to work right after. All told, in the three years I’ve been working toward my degree, I’ve only had a handful of days where I spent more than 3 hours on campus.
In a story with a happy ending, this would be the part where I talked about how I was wrong, and that it’s a wonderful place with friendly animals that eat from your hand.
I wasn’t, and it’s not. It’s the beauty contestant of universities—it’s very pretty and well-maintained, just don’t try to go any deeper than that. I’m not going to go into detail, but there were at least 3 times over the course of the day where I thought to myself
man, am I glad I decided not to stay here for my MS.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: UCF is home to more than forty thousand students each year. Presumably, many of them do graduate. Given that, I’m obviously in the minority when it comes to how much I loathe the place. I’m sure UCF is perfectly fine for most people. I, however, am not one of them.
And oh how nice it is to have finally come to terms with that.