Because it has the coolest waffle machine.  Way before freshman year on one of the SAAB blogs, I saw a picture of a waffle with the Johns Hopkins University Stamp on it.  I loved it.  I love waffles.  I love them plain, but I also love them with chocolate chips, blueberries, bananas, pretty much anything.  I love to put on vanilla ice cream, but also whipped cream, maple syrup, blueberry compote, sometimes even sprinkles. So of course, that picture piqued my interest.  That one picture led me to the jhu.edu site.  It eventually led me to learn that Johns Hopkins has one of the strongest science programs in the country, one of the best French departments, and students even have access to Peabody, one of the greatest music conservatories.  For someone with strong interests in all of these areas, Johns Hopkins seemed like a perfect fit.   

The most glorious waffle there ever was

The most glorious waffle there ever was

 

When I went on my round of college visits, I had convinced myself that I wanted to be in the D.C. area.  Having lived in a rural area during my high school years, I wanted to experience an urban campus for the next four.  At this point, my knowledge of Baltimore was based only on bad TV stereotypes.  On my family’s first visit, we stayed near the beautiful Inner Harbor, sampled homemade pasta from little Italy, and I fell in love.  Food is very important to me.  After much research about the food scene in Baltimore, I realized that I could fully commit to loving Johns Hopkins.  Not only did the academics, extracurriculars, and campus match everything on my very long list, the surrounding city was a bonus.

So I guess you could say I chose Hopkins for its great attributes, but the food situation certainly helped!  Instead of Dunkin Donuts being across from campus, Johns Hopkins has Chocolatea.  Instead of McDonalds, this school has Freshii.  Although food is of the utmost importance to me, the many different cuisine choices are also an example of the many opportunities and options that Baltimore holds.  I’m so thankful that I’ve been able to explore Baltimore, a city as diverse and exciting as the student body here at Johns Hopkins.

However, that one picture of the waffle was the clincher.  Voyaging for the very first time to the FFC during orientation I was beyond excited for that waffle.  I walked with the rest of Wilson house for breakfast, my excitement mounting.  I guess to me, eating that waffle finally meant that I was a Johns Hopkins student, no longer an anxious, prospective student.   As I approached the waffle machine, I realized that there was no cool stamp on it. It was just a normal waffle machine.  I guess the logical response would be a depressing deflation.  My initial reason for coming to this school was a rumor, a fallacious lie, a false and luring promise.  Instead, I made my waffle and enjoyed it with fresh berries and whipped cream.  I wasn’t disappointed at all.  This place, the people, everything about it has been beyond anything I could have imagined.  My face hurts from smiling too much.  I’m so beyond tired but I love every moment of it.  I haven’t even been here for a full year, but I know that this is the exact place I am supposed to be.