Lake Forest College

Date: Jul 28 2003
Major: English (This Major's Salary over time)
Ah, Lake Forest College. The most beautiful hellhole on earth. I was viewed as a maniac my freshman year because I hadn't been drinking or smoking marijuana since I was twelve like everyone else. I was actually sent to the counseling center for slamming a door on my roommate, regardless of the fact that I had to deal with constant partying in my room and the mind games of my roommates—they could smoke pot to their hearts' content without any type of punishment, while I was treated like a weirdo. But anyway, I should get over all that. The professors are good and VERY attentive—attentive to the point that I was kicked out of a final because my sniffling (I had a cold) was supposedly bothering the class. Oh, and I dated someone who looked very different from me during my sophomore year, which caused me to endure endless whispered comments from the narrow-minded suburban snobs that populated the campus (there are still many of them there.) But anyway, if you're thinking about coming to this school, think twice. Creativity and openmindedness are not present in this 1,300-student hovel which is "30 Miles North" of Chicago—which, by the way, is a damn long way away on the Metra.