First of all, for those of you who don’t follow me on Snapchat (mirandyyy3) or Instagram (@mirandacasanova), I was away for a few days visiting UC Santa Cruz as that is one of the schools I was accepted to. Unfortunately, I failed to take a lot of photos whilst on the actual campus because I kept dropping my phone on the ground and rather than hear my phone shatter in pieces, I chose to leave it in the car; that way I could enjoy the campus without having that distraction.
Take my word for it that the campus is the definition of breathtaking. Redwoods are around every corner and the air is so crisp, clean, and fresh that the environment is relaxing and calming. I had heard from friends who attended and/or visited Santa Cruz that I would love it and sure enough I did. It’s a completely different environment than I’m used to, which was intriguing in itself, but I’d also like to point out that the VIEWS AND THE WEATHER, GUYS… Perfect. But… something was pulling me back. Stanford University.
For the first time in the last three and a half years, I uttered the words, “I wish I had never seen Stanford!”
I had just spent three and a half hours touring one of the most beautiful campuses in existence, yet Stanford still had a hold on my heart. I started to get frustrated because despite the beauty of it all, nothing could compare to the feeling I got when I rolled on Stanford’s campus for the first time. I couldn’t make the distinction between the two campuses and separate myself from that part of me. I couldn’t let go. In addition to getting increasingly frustrated, I started to feel an overwhelming sense of nervousness. This is it. I am down to the wire and I still haven’t fallen in love with another campus yet. As I begin to freak out, I stopped myself and thought, “Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be.”
Until Friday May 15th, we won’t know for certain. Regardless, Santa Cruz is most definitely a contender still. We’ll wait and see!