I finally moved out of my apartment this past weekend. My parents came up on Sunday to help me get everything into a storage unit, my apartment cleaned up, and the remainder of my things situated at Kent’s house. After the moving misery was finished, we all had lunch at Lazy Moon. Libby was happy because the enormous slice of pizza was instagram gold.
Getting my sisters and Kent to smile for a picture is damn near impossible. I usually end up with pictures like this:
So I was a very happy camper to get this semi happy picture of my sisters & Kent together, and then this other one of Kent was pretty darn cute, too.
After lunch, the Mullens packed up and went to Gainesville. Sarah is coming up on her senior year and so she’s touring colleges to get an idea of what she wants. I never applied to University of Florida when I was a senior. Mainly, because I found the whole elitist attitude of UF to be completely annoying. I remember starting the application one afternoon in Marketing, and the application page’s header was blue and orange UF Crocs. At that point, I totally gave up on UF and set my sights on UCF.
Oh, but I wish I hadn’t. I love UCF and my time here has been great. Looking back, the experience I wanted to get out of college just wasn’t what UCF has to offer. When you’re at UF, you’re surrounded by the immense amount of school pride and all that mushy good stuff that UCF doesn’t have.
The campus has that traditional feel to it, when we were touring on Monday my Dad kept saying it reminded him of Yale.
Earlier this year, I decided I wanted to transfer to UF. I had two years under my belt, Kent was thinking about joining the Air Force, and I had that annoying itch to change something in my life. So, about two hours after the idea popped into my head, I applied for a transfer. I wrote about it back in February and again in April. Since I came in with an entire year of credits from Dual Enrollment, transferring to UF would take me an additional two years to graduate. Which would leave me graduating on time in 2015, but I could graduate from UCF a year from now. Practicality wins sometimes, and it ended up being a better move to stay at UCF.