I can almost positively say that is because of an average of 4+ hours of sleep a night and drinking and celebrating almost straight from Wednesday until today.
But I feel weird. That kind of weighty, hazy, malaise-y stupor that makes you second guess every action and reaction, hoping so bad you don’t collapse into a panic-attack or some sort of dark thought. So like I said, odd.
But social too, and ready to take on challenges and ignore the sleep I so vitally crave. It’s confusing as hell. To want to be around people and to be achieving something while also dreading each moment as it sinks you lower into yourself. A mixed state. The absolute dreaded reference to a disorder that I’m trying so hard to keep from taking over my life.
Hi! This is random but I have some questions about cal poly. I'm planning on accepting their admissions offer, but there's a few things making me weary. What do you think about the dining? what are the best dorms? how tough is the curriculum? is the party scene really filled with douchey tools? Is it weird being kinda away from any big city? I'm looking forward to exploring the outdoors around slo, any favorites? You don't need to answer them all, anything would be a huge help!
Hi! I’m glad you applied to Cal Poly and it’s good you’re doing your research. It’s a beautiful place that’s given me much, much more than I bargained or anticipated for. A lot of your experience here, however, will depend on your major and what YOU make of it. I didn’t learn that until much, much later in my time, and it’s something I regret not taking full advantage of.
Now onto your questions: 1) Dining, oh boy. Well. Cal Poly isn’t known for it’s dining. They’re making leaps and bounds in terms of quality (I think?), but in essence you’ve got three major places to eat: Vista Grande (meh), Metro 33 (alright) and Einstein Bagels (probably the best of the three). The food isn’t as awful as you may hear people say, but it’s not top notch either. But hey, if anything it’s an inspiration to cook your own meals.
2) Best dorms are by far the red bricks. Close to all the amenities, true dorm-style with long halls and shared bathrooms, and most importantly, social. If you find your more of a recluse (hey, aren’t we all?) then PCV, Cerro Vista, and the north mountain halls would be your best bet. The towers also work but damn did I love my time in the red bricks. Also, leave that door open! Don’t be afraid to meet others and stick yourself out there! This is your time to grow!
3) What is your focus? Your curriculum will definitely depend on your major. I’m City and Regional Planning and I’ve had my fair share of stress and sleepless nights. Of course, Architecture and some of the engineering will be the “hardest,” while the liberal arts will probably be a bit “easier.” By no means will it all be easy, and once again, it’s what you make of it.
4) One of my roommates is in a frat, Phi Sig, and he’s pretty far from a douche tool. He’s also a civil engineer with a decent GPA. Buuuuuut like any college town there will be a pleasant mix of all types of people. I’m not a huge one for going to frat parties (I’ve definitely had some damn good fun at them), but I’ve still found some better house parties. As you get older, it’ll be more about kick-backs with friends and going down town and less about frat parties. Speaking of down town; the bar scene here is a blast. A couple good dance floors, line dancing if you’re into that sort of thing, live music almost every night, and a handful of everything in between. Again, and I can’t stress this enough, it is what you make of it!
5) It is a little weird being isolated from a big city, but SF is 4 hours away, LA is 4 hours away, Santa Barbara is 2 hours, and there are a handful of cities in between there that make for good travel points. If you really crave the big city feel, I’d probably choose a different college. It’s serene here, with just enough spunk to be vivacious, but it is by no means a place of life like SF, Portland, or Seattle. I mean, the city’s population is halved in the summer.
6) Outdoors! Woo! We’ve got three big hiking trips in the immediate area: Bishops Peak, Cerro San Luis, and The “P.” Bishops peak can be seen from just about anywhere in the city and it’s one of my favorite places to hike. I actually just put a ropeswing up on one of the low-altitude trails! Cerro San Luis is great for a gentler but still as satisfying climb and for morning yoga. The “P” lets you take all of campus in while still enjoying the silhouettes of Bishops and Cerro San Luis. We have a group here called PolyEscapes that makes regular trips to major hiking/backpacking/camping places, and they’ll even take you surfing as well! You can rent equipment for cheap, too. One of my favorite things about Cal Poly, SLO is that we’re so damn close to Big Sur. We’ll frequently go on spontaneous trips to Limekiln or Julia Pfiffer and it only takes a few hours to get there. There’s not shortage of outdoorsy stuff to do here, you just have to be willing to go and do it.
Now for my own input: Pismo Beach and Avila Beach are super close. Like 15 minutes. So close I’ve ridden in trunks freshman year just to go. You’ll spend a lot of time there if you accept. And when it gets hot and sunny, you’ll understand just why students love going there. We’ve also got a killer Recreation Center with an indoor track and climbing wall. There’s no shortage of clubs to join, and I haven’t personally been to the Doctor Who Club here but I hear it’s great. SLO has an abundance of coffee shops, my favorite being: Linneas (Outdoorsy and folksy), Scout (Urbane and ‘hipster’ as shit), and Black Horse to name a few. We’ve got some great eateries around here, specializing in greasy spoon, thai, and american foods. And the wine, oh god the wine. It’s the freakin’ central coast! Once you’re 21, you’ll go wine tasting, and we’re spoiled by our proximity to so many good wineries.
Again, I have to emphasize that this school and your resulting experience will be what you make of it. You’ll be entering a time where you can afford to take a lot of chances and really redefine yourself. Everyone is starting fresh, and everyone is looking to grab as much life as they can. Don’t wait up!
Hopefully that helps, but I’d be more than willing to answer any other questions you may have!
Tim had never heard of an Emit before. In fact, he was rather concerned that his friend had gone off the deep end, so to speak, with all his talk of time and Emits and little stolen moments. “He’s gone looney!” Tim thought, trying as hard as he could to keep his eyes from betraying the thoughts racing in his mind. The last thing he wanted to do was offend an old friend.
“Emit’s, you see Tim, are these funny little creatures. All but invisible to us!” “Uhmmhm” flubbered Tim, letting his curiosity placate his growing sense of concern.“What about the….uh….. Emits?”
"For that year, your guise was the little patch of woods That stood behind your house. A spared phalanx of spindly elms On the edge of what once was.
The train made its way through it every hour, And that streak of tired green light barrels by, clacking through the fecund underbrush. You’d listen to it as you tried to fall asleep.
It was that tamed country aesthetic in which you sough solace. It came in the morning on the sprinklings of dew and faded with each sentimental sunset, which were like marmalade.
I’ve tried to understand it myself, but it is almost too much. It is a river of muffled feelings and anxiety, a deep drink of silences, a nostalgia for the things that used to bring you joy.
Yet you crumble to its neuroses, with your paranoid sense of necessary reassurance. The expanses of serpentine bliss and snaking paths that grow cindery in the late summer looped themselves around you, binding you to this most typical of place names.
I have watched you wither, and succumb to this strange place. With a sense of disillusionment, you sought your perfection.
So you constructed your glass jar, all vacuumed up with your sanity. You perched it on the ridge top where you could watch the manic depression unfold, teeming under the emerald grass.”
The Mungo - Ticky-tacky.
The poem in the song Canaan by Mister Lies off of his “Mowgli” album. I’ve got a hitch that The Mungo IS Mister Lies, but that’s just pure speculation at this point. Anyways, it’s an awesome poem and an even better song (made even better followed up by his song Ludlow).