Cupidity wrote:Yes, it would certainly seem like there were two vastly different impressions of the march and april ASD. The idea that the class is "fratty and young" just blows my mind. I felt like an idiot, because the first three people I met I asked, "So where do you go to school" only to get responses like, "I've actually been working for a firm in Chicago for three years" or "I just graduated with my PHD in Philosophy from Harvard." With the exception of a few people, the entire group seemed to be walking a very fine line between either nerdy-cool or intelligent-hipster.
The facilities actually blew me away. Perhaps it was because I had visited Fordham the day before, or perhaps it was because this board lowered my expectations, but what I saw was outstanding. The classrooms were sizeable, the interior of the building was alright--but that was more than compensated for by the views out the windows. In person, the buildings exterior gave a much stronger impression of being "imposing" than "ugly". And interesting fact, for any of you who read the Pre-Law magazine, it just rated top law school libraries, and BU was ranked number 19. One of the statistics that it included was a chair to student enrollment ratio, and BU had a relatively high .72, so even though it seemed small, it is certainly adequate.
I am willing to buy that I just got stuck in a bad group. To illustrate: At one point the guy behind me tried to get the attention of a friend who didn't see him. When the friend ignored him he said loudly "What a [HI I'M THE WORD FILTER. THIS PERSON MIGHT BE A DICK.]." (Edit: Mod has it set to not write the actual gay slur here, but you know what I mean) That is what I mean by "fratty." Just not the kind of peer I'd hoped for, and I felt like there was stuff like that throughout the day. Assuming I just got put in a sort of douche group, I'd hate to base a life-altering decision on something so trivial.
I really didn't like the facilities, but I also don't care THAT much what the building is like. And as I said the professors were top notch, and I can't think of anything more important than classroom experience. So now I feel like I have 48 hours to decide my gut is wrong about people or decide that professors and classes matter more to me. Or I just say forget it, rely on my first impression and move our family to f-ing Missouri. Oy.