When it came time to start thinking about college, I followed the same protocol I always followed when decision-making was on the horizon: I looked to my brothers. Being the baby of the family, I have rarely (if ever) made large life decisions on my own. Choosing a college was no different.
I really had no idea what I wanted out of college: big or small, public or private, party or academic. Since I knew nothing about college and I didn’t trust myself to make a good decision, I knew I needed help. I asked people who really knew me – my personality, my interests and my relationship with my family – and really knew the college world to give me a good perspective.
I listened to what everyone told me: which schools had the best parties; which schools had the hottest girls ' because that really mattered to me; which schools had the best classes; which schools had the coolest towns. and decided to just apply to some schools I knew people liked and hope for the best. Taking other people’s advice is probably not the best way to apply to schools (considering I never even took a campus tour!), but I got lucky with my method.
In the end, I wound up at the perfect place – The University of Michigan – and I could not have had a better college experience. Michigan offered the perfect blend of academics and social life; history and traditions; and incredibly loyal alumni. If I had to go back and make the decision all over again, I probably would have taken a tour or two, and maybe even spent a weekend at each school, but I would not have changed my decision. Definitely not.