Transfer + Gap Year Confessions #1

I saw an Instagram post the other day that said something along the lines of,  “if you are applying to colleges right now, don’t worry so much. There is a little thing called transferring.” It made me laugh because of how simple and common sense-ical it is and yet, so many put so much pressure on themselves to find their perfect school when in reality, you just don’t know what it’s like until you get there. ESPECIALLY in these COVID times. 

At the end of the day what matters is doing what will make you happy. I know that sounds cheesy but it’s true. Don’t stay in a place that isn’t making you progress. Don’t go to a party just because you feel like you have to. Don’t get dinner with someone because you feel like if you don’t it will cause drama. We are adults! There is no time to waste. Do what makes you feel like you are moving in the right direction. 

Let’s take a look at some people’s thoughts on their transfer or gap year experiences. 


“The feeling of not knowing what to do next while simultaneously disguising my not-so-amazing semester through Instagram posts had taken a toll on my anxiety. And you know what? THIS IS NORMAL! I wish people talked about this more, because I know I’m not the only one who has felt this way and it’s so comforting to hear people say that. That brings me to today. I’m still very unsure of how to approach my next semester while also trying to maximize my time at home….I’m giving my school another chance. Maybe rushing will help. Maybe there will be more opportunities to meet people...There’s still so much that can turn things around.” 

Oh, the freshman year Instagram posts. I think we are all guilty of partaking in that scheme. Gosh all I did was take pictures for the first few months of school. We get it! You are at college! You are staying up past your bedtime! I think we all get a bit carried away. With that being said, once my year started to take a turn, I stopped posting on social media and stopped going on it altogether. It was hard for me to see other people having such a good time, or at least, to see other people making it look like they were having such a good time. In terms of that last part, I commend you for going into the semester with an optimistic attitude. Before transferring I would definitely recommend trying to check off every single box that you can at your old school, so that you can tell yourself that you tried everything. Club sports? Check. Newspaper? Check. Rushing? Check. You never know who you could meet second semester or what you will find to do that could totally change your life and experience around!


“When the idea of [transferring] was first brought up by a friend, I was frankly offended. How could they even mention the t-word? How could they think I would just give up like that? The reason why it was, and still is, hard to conceptualize transferring, is because a part of me feels like I have failed. Not only at conquering first semester, but that I failed to make the right choice back when I had one. Don’t get me wrong, the t-word still makes me ache, but I’ve done extensive research and read about other peoples’ stories, and I have come to this conclusion: it’s OKAY to transfer. I haven’t failed, and I certainly wouldn’t be giving up. If anything, it would demonstrate my resilience in searching for what’s best for me.” 

When my dad mentioned that maybe I should consider other schools, I yelled at him over the phone. I was so angry. How could he think that? But you know what, the people who are closest to you normally have pretty good intuition about what would be best for you. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself about failing to make the right choice - if all we had was ONE chance to make the right choice for everything we do, we would all be pretty unhappy...and stressed out more than we already are. Yes. It’s okay to transfer. If anything, making that choice to leave and start new is the hardest one to make, but oftentimes the best and the right one. 


“I decided to take the spring semester off from school because I’d rather graduate late than miss more of my college experience due to COVID-19! I’ve realized that there is so much more to a liberal arts college experience than the classes themselves. It’s the day-to-day interactions --  procrastinating in the library with your best friends, sitting through multiple meals in the dining hall, heated discussions in class, forging connections with professors at office hours, staying up late chatting with roommates, dance parties in the bathroom and of course soccer games, going out, meeting people and so much more-- that I missed the most when I had Zoom classes last spring. Online school doesn’t help me grow and learn the way I should be in the “best four years of my life,” so I’m happy I’m taking time off (crossing my fingers that college will look a lot better by this fall). I’m a student athlete and since my fall season was cancelled, by taking a semester off I’ll be able to use my eligibility. I’m not sure what I’ll do for the next eight months, but I’m excited to see where my time off will take me and the adventures I’ll embark on!”

Dance parties in the bathroom are a must. If we can’t have those, there is no point in going to school!  Seriously though, you are so right. While we go to school to learn and get an education, it wouldn’t be as fun without those silly traditions with your friends, going to games or spending hours in the dining hall for one meal - which, I have done and it is a dangerous never ending buffet. Especially in this case, you are a student athlete! It totally makes sense for you to save that eligibility time to use it when the world might be looking a little bit better. These times definitely make me wonder what I would be doing if I weren’t in a city with a billion things to do at all times… 


“I transferred schools twice so I know a little about this...the biggest thing I think I would say is that there is nothing wrong with transferring! As a freshman I NEVER thought I would transfer and saw it as a negative thing for some reason.” 

First of all, kudos to you for transferring twice. That couldn’t have been easy and it is really cool that you were able to work your butt off to finally get to where you felt most comfortable. In terms of that last sentence, I also never in a million years thought I would transfer. It wasn’t an option. It didn’t cross my mind. And you’re right, you’re not the only one who sees it as some negative thing as if it’s a failure or a let down. Why is that something that is engrained in all of our brains? News flash - IT’S NOT A NEGATIVE THING. IT’S TOTALLY NORMAL AND LIKE, ONE OF THE BEST OPPORTUNITIES EVER. 



“I was absolutely miserable at my old school. Nothing seemed right -- I wasn’t making friends, my classes didn’t excite me, and I generally felt sad and out of place. When you find the right place for you, college or otherwise, you get a good feeling. Like a sigh of relief. When I transferred, I felt that. Everything started working out for me. It was like my life officially started.” 

Miserable is not a fun feeling, but feeling relieved is a great one. And it’s true, when you are in the right place, you can truly feel it and good things just start happening. You get in your groove, meet good people, do awesome things. I think that another feeling that can arise when you are in a place you know isn’t meant for you is feeling stuck. Feeling like you aren’t progressing, like your friendships aren’t benefitting you, like your environment is toxic, like you are so far away from something new and exciting. Whether it’s literally stuck on a campus in the middle of nowhere, so far from a Chipotle and civilization or stuck in your social scene, stuck is a sucky feeling and I think that that is the ultimate signal of knowing when to move on. I know that for me, I have never felt more comfortable in a place besides my home than I have since moving to Boston for school. 


“As a student who completed an Associate’s Degree at a community college before moving on to the University level, for both substantial economic and educational reasons, it was truly disheartening when the summer of the pandemic pushed its way into the Fall semester. It was at that moment, for the same educational and economic reasons that pushed me to CC, but also an added twist of being on the opposite coast from my school, that led me to taking a gap semester and eventually a gap year….It obviously was not fun being home. In a way I was used to doing school from home because I lived there and commuted during CC. On the other hand, however, the whole point of me working so hard at CC was to be able to get out of the house and move somewhere that would make my school and my lifestyle even more exciting. Needless to say, it’s been a bit of a drag. However, it has provided the opportunity for me to get a couple jobs and be focused on bulking up my savings so that when I eventually return to school (fingers crossed for Fall 2021) that I can be focused on my senior year and setting up my future post-college life. Although taking a gap year was nowhere near my radar at the beginning of March 2020, I think that the upsides of interning remotely at a Washington D.C. Communications position - an opportunity that wouldn’t normally have been open to me, spending more time with my local family and friends (albeit outside and 6 feet apart), along with the chance to save money and invest in myself have been big upsides that, if not for the stupid pandemic, would never have been afforded to me.” 

I am a true believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason and that while things might not make sense in the moment, they will later on. You worked so hard to get to where you were and then all of a sudden, bam, the pandemic happens and ruins your plans and the experience that you worked toward. So frustrating. I get that. BUT the thing I love most about this submission is how you focused on the good. It’s so much easier said than done to look on the sunny side, especially in these times. But you did! You got to have an amazing work experience, spend time with your family and save up so that you can get back to school when the time allows it and have a fabulous time. I think that was a very mature decision and one that will benefit you down the road 500%. Super impressive. 


When I first arrived at school, I was sure I would be graduating on the field one day. Not only was I surrounded by people that inspired me to become the best version of myself, but I was enthralled by a new city and all it had to offer. Even so, it’s no secret that people are constantly changing. I felt stuck in a major and career that just wasn’t clicking and found myself jealous of those who appeared so passionate and driven toward journalism in a way that I never could be. I knew I had to change something. In December of my sophomore year, I decided to look into a career in nursing. Though most people were surprised by this switch, I felt very secure in the change. It was something new, interesting and most importantly, something I could be proud of. Through trialling semesters of realization and growth, I have decided to transfer to pursue a career in nursing. Does this scare me? Of course. But perhaps that’s the point. I have come to realize that it’s not so much about the school or environment you are in that matters. Rather, it’s what the journey teaches you about yourself that does. This past year has shaken me to my core and shown me what I really want out of this life. At the end of the day, I want to help people and I will do just about anything it takes to get there. Yes, an amazing college experience in one spot would be ideal. But if there is anything we have all learned this past year it’s that life is not always kind, gentle and definitely not always ideal. So, we must dig deep within ourselves and ask what kind of future we want. I never thought I would be transferring. Not one bit. But here I am. And with it, I will create a future I am wildly passionate about. 

Again, the notion of being stuck has come up. IT’S AN UNSETTLING FEELING! It’s so important to take that stuck-ness and run with it...run in the opposite direction and never look back! The part in this submission that says “though most people were surprised by this switch” brings up a crucial point in our growing up years...we have to stop caring about what other people think and do what is best for us. Only you know what the right decision is for you. If people are really surprised by the decisions you make that are best for you, maybe they don’t know you as well as you thought they did. And you’re right, life throws curveballs at us that are less than ideal and that steer away from our plan. We need to stop making these five year plans that have our lives detailed out down to the wallpaper we want in our guest bathroom in our adult house - that’s me. I have that planned out. - You learn so much about yourself when you go through stuck moments and big changes and it’s valuable information that you will be grateful you discovered. From the sounds of it, you are going to be the best nurse ever. I am so excited and proud of you!


Gap Year Confessions #1

And we’re back with another College Confession all about taking the path or the route that isn’t the “normal” one to take, as you’ll read about in the confessions. But this time, we are focusing on gap year or gap semester submissions to see what it was like to take time off from school. Bare with me here because some of these submissions are a little longer than the last ones, and that’s intentional. I want people to really be able to understand what this experience may be like and to be able to potentially see themselves in the shoes of  those who wrote them…So, here we go.

I would say the hardest part of deciding to take a gap semester was knowing that everyone else had it all figured out when I definitely didn’t. The end of my senior year was definitely rough for me. My future was super uncertain while all my friends began solidifying their college plans one after the other. On decision day, we had to decorate these little flags with our college plans. I remember being so embarrassed that I didn’t have a plan, and I ended up drawing the meme of that dog sitting in a chair while fire burns around him saying, “this is fine.” I really wish there was less stigma around not taking the traditional college route. 


I feel for you and I say kudos to you for being the bigger person and taking an uncomfortable situation and changing it to where you are back on top. If it were me, I probably wouldn’t have even gone to school that day and seeing everyone else having it all figured out would’ve been the hardest part for me to deal with too. At my school we do college t-shirt day instead of decorating a flag with what college you are going to. I always wondered how it must feel for someone to show up to school and be bombarded with reminders that they didn’t get into their top school or maybe didn’t get in anywhere.

Don’t let the lack of normalization around taking a different route after high school keep you from feeling confident and proud of yourself. 



I actually am in the unique position of being able to say that I not only transferred but also took a semester off of school. The college application process was pretty rough for me and I ended up getting rejected by a lot of my top schools. One of my schools, however, accepted me for the spring semester instead of the fall. After a month of deliberating, I decided to take up the offer - leaving my fall semester completely open. But, after I got to college in the second semester, I immediately knew that my school wasn’t right for me. It wasn’t that the school was so awful, there were just little things that I knew I wasn’t happy with. I decided to transfer probably within two weeks of getting to school. In that sense, my situation was pretty unique because most people wait a full year before transferring. This made the transfer application a little more difficult for me; I didn’t have any finished college courses so I had to submit a special circumstance letter so the admissions offices would know to not make a decision until the spring semester was finished. 


To take a gap semester in the fall, get to your school in the spring and feel that it isn’t right and ultimately transfer to a different university ALL in the span of one year is a LOT to manage and process. To be able to do all of those things shows such a level of maturity and ability to handle tough situations.

But to wait an entire semester while seeing all your friends off at college, to then get there and not enjoy where you are is something I can’t even imagine feeling. But it’s so important to recognize and take that feeling of uncertainty, that gut feeling, and put it to work. Don’t stay somewhere you aren’t happy. It may take a few pit stops, but you will end up where you are supposed to be. Do not settle! 


I definitely know a bunch of people who have transferred or taken a gap year and it’s definitely gotten more common and it’s pretty accepted, but it needs to be more normalized. When people find out that someone’s transferring or taking a gap year, the immediate response is “Why? What happened? Are they okay?” And yes, maybe sometimes something did happen that caused them to make this choice, but I think it needs to be more accepted that people can just make that choice because they aren’t ready for college yet or they just want to do something different and take time for themselves. My dad always tried to convince me to take a gap year and travel the world before going to college, and I always shut down the idea because I felt like I had to follow the path that everyone else seemed to follow. 

The main takeaway here is that it needs to be normalized. Transferring or taking a gap year should be just as “normal” and typical as getting into college and staying there for four years. And for the last part, dads are always right. It’s annoying, and you’re not going to want to listen to your dad versus your friends, but they’re always right.

On taking a gap year, for me it was because I didn’t know what I wanted to do, what I wanted to major in, etc. and I signed up for a travel program. It pushed me way out of my comfort zone which made me grow as a person very quickly and makes you realize a lot of things about yourself and the world...obviously this sounds like the cliche but it is very true! 

Whether it’s taking time off from school, delaying the start or transferring, all of those decisions are huge and mature ones that you have to make. It’s impossible for you NOT to grow up from them. There are adults out there who have probably never had to make a decision as difficult as those in their life. It can be scary to go to a new place without any idea of what you want to help guide yourself through it, so I see no problem in taking time off to travel and think about it some more. I’m always here for a good cliche - especially when they are true! 


My father and brother both took PG years at boarding schools and they absolutely swore by it. It was hard for me to not do one after hearing their experiences with it, so I made the decision to do it. I actually wouldn’t look back on my PG year and highlight the athletic aspect of it. I loved my PG years because *** was an amazing place filled with such unique students and faculty. They were the ones that completely opened my eyes to a world where soccer wasn’t the one thing that mattered. I think this was a really important lesson to learn going into college because it allowed me to explore new things. Most people didn’t usually understand what a PG year was, but when I explained it to them most people said they wished they could’ve done one. I never took a pause from my education because I still took about 16 college level classes while at the boarding school. During that year I was able to indulge myself in a world that I never would’ve known if I never attended a boarding school. I would recommend this to anyone, because it’s truly a life-changing experience. 

I know that I personally always thought that PG years were for people who wanted to pursue athletics in college. This submission made me realize that while that is often the case, the experience also helps open your eyes to see that there is more to life than sports. Whether you want to improve your grades or are just simply not ready to go off to college yet, this seems like a great option too. I think that taking a PG year is such a great thing. Having to board with people and having a campus makes it almost like a preview to college!


As senior year came along much too quickly, I felt really conflicted and different from my peers who all somehow decided where they wanted to go in middle school. After sending in my applications, although I felt a great weight was lifted from my shoulders, I still wasn’t sure about any of the schools I visited or which one was “the one” for me. For about a week I pondered the idea of taking a gap year and for some reason I thought it was this crazy thing that I was even nervous to talk to my parents about it...they were so cool about it...At the end of that week however, I ended up getting into what I thought was my “top school” and completely abandoned the idea of a gap year program. I got really caught up in the social aspects of being able to post on Facebook, buy the college merch and answer the question, “what college are you going to next year?” After being at that college for only one month, I hated everything and dropped out. I can only imagine what it would’ve been if I hadn’t been focused on the superficiality of senior year rather than actually planning on doing something that I would love.

Isn’t it a problem that we feel nervous to talk to our parents about doing what might be best for ourselves? I think that also depends on where you grow up and what is considered normal or the right thing to do. With that being said, it’s so important to stick to your gut feeling and put everything else aside. I know that all those things like college shirt day and being able to post out to the world where you are going to school are fun and feel rewarding. But, that is one day, one post that is relevant for about a day or two, and one sweatshirt. It’s so much easier said than done to put all those fun things aside just because I think we are scared of doing something out of the box. We either don’t want to miss out (FOMO) or are scared of what people will think. But. You know what is right for you. If you aren’t happy with your options, don’t force it. Take some time off to reevaluate the situation and create better ones for yourself.

Transfer - Confessions #1

“Simply put I picked a place that was wrong for me. It took a long time for me to come to terms with the fact that I had to transfer. I knew that *** was wrong for me before I even stepped onto campus and everyone around me knew it. But I actually really really really tried to make it work. I tried everything to make myself like it but there came a point where I wasn’t willing to sacrifice who I was to fit a mold that was the exact opposite of the person I wanted to be.”


The college process for me was definitely unorthodox. I applied to two schools, one early decision and one early action. All of my eggs were in one, stressful, tear-ridden basket. Within the months and eventual weeks leading up to my potential acceptance, I would cry when my parents even said the name of the school. Get a grip Megan. The best are the Snapchat memories I see of me with tears streaming down my face, saying I HAVE to get into this school. My god, could I be more dramatic? 

One thing that people don’t realize is that you truly don’t know until you get there. You can have this extreme fairytale going on in your head of what your college years are going to be and look like, apply to two schools, get in, be beyond thrilled and excited to carry on the legacy in the family, get there and have it all go to shit. 

This week’s College Confession post is all about transferring. I want to break apart this submission line by line because it says something that I wish I had realized and could’ve said myself earlier on. 

Simply put I picked a place that was wrong for me. It took a long time for me to come to terms with the fact that I had to transfer. 

That second line really struck me, because it also took me a really long time to come to terms with the fact that I had to transfer - emphasis on the word had. I think about what it would have been like for me to stay at my old school and realized that that wouldn’t have been beneficial in any way, shape or form. 

Let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we? It was a few months into my freshman year, first semester. I remember I called my dad one day crying. He said to me something along the lines of, “Maybe it’s time to consider going elsewhere for school next year...” 

I got so mad. So defensive. How dare you even say that to me? I thought. How could you even think that this isn’t the place for me? That this place isn’t the place for us? Us meaning me and my dad - he went there too. I hung up.

He was right. And I hated that he was right. So I didn’t allow myself to conjure up the thought of me transferring again until right before I left for second semester. 

 I knew that *** was wrong for me before I even stepped onto campus and everyone around me knew it.

I beat myself up when I think about why I even went to that school in the first place. I absolutely hated it the first time I went. I was in 8th grade and the school was hosting an EDP soccer camp. Obviously, the fact that the dorms were 93 degrees - not kidding - and the soccer part could’ve killed the vibe. But I knew. Everybody knew! My sister knew. My mom knew. I have friends who said to me after I transferred that they never saw me going to a place like that anyways. WHY DIDN’T ANYONE SAY ANYTHING TO ME?! I then realized that it wouldn’t have been their place to. I had to figure it out all by myself, and I did. Eventually. 

But I actually really really really tried to make it work.

I did try. I was on club soccer. I was a writer one semester and an editor the next for the paper. I hung out with a bunch of different people. I went to sports games, comedy shows, lectures. But nothing was working. 

 I tried everything to make myself like it but there came a point where I wasn’t willing to sacrifice who I was to fit a mold that was the exact opposite of the person I wanted to be.

Whenever I look back on last year, I think of all of the decisions I made that are just the opposite of any Megan decision ever made. I was doing things I would never normally do, but found myself becoming comfortable with. I barely recognized myself by the end of first semester and it was a very unsettling feeling. 


I feel like this is the 100th time I have spoken about transferring, but it’s okay. It’s okay because ever since I started openly talking about my year, I’ve had people reach out to me to confide in me about something they were going through, to ask if it was normal, to ask for my advice. If I could help one person get out of a situation that they know they don’t want to stay in, so be it.