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title: "Through the Lens of a Transfer Student"
description: "Explore the transfer student experience, common challenges students face, and insights into navigating campus life and academics during the transfer process."
url: https://www.independentpress.com/article/through-the-lens-of-a-transfer-student
date: 2025-10-03
categories: ["Education"]
author: "By Natalia Garcia"
---

# Through the Lens of a Transfer Student

![Transfer student](https://images.ctfassets.net/ewtdlsoyixc1/1nohb4bZc1AxdvJEEvWBMp/9606a14cf60cbe84e817d6280645e68a/Screenshot_2025-10-06_110504.png)

I was sitting at home on my couch, my computer open, heart pounding as I waited for my University of North Carolina admissions decision. Suddenly, a notification popped up—a link to my decision letter. When I saw the word “accepted,” I screamed in jubilation. My dad and brother rushed in, alarmed, until I could finally blurt out, “I got accepted into Carolina!” The moment marked day one of my North Carolina experience as an out-of-state transfer student, from applying to UNC-Chapel Hill to adapting to its academic and social environment.

Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fascination and passion for journalism. During my last year of community college, I did extensive research on well-known journalism programs in the country. Scrolling through my research, the Hussman School of Journalism and Media at UNC-Chapel Hill caught my eye. It looked like a school that not only offered courses, but also an environment where I could collaborate with other students who share my passion for journalism. Despite feelings of doubt that I wasn’t good enough, I decided to take a leap of faith and apply.

Once I accepted my admission into UNC, I dove straight into the enrollment process. Like any other school, the enrollment process can be heavy. From housing applications to orientation to registering for classes, each step brought its own wave of pressure and stress. The most stressful part of the process was definitely housing. Housing is not guaranteed for transfer students like me; a harsh reality that adds a layer of anxiety to an already stressful situation. After what felt like an eternity on the housing waitlist, I got lucky and was assigned to an apartment-style dorm. I was jumping in the air with joy and relief; I couldn’t be more grateful. With my housing situation settled, orientation day was right around the corner.

I was extremely nervous the day before orientation. I had doubts about whether I was truly ready to take this step. I took a deep breath, mustered up the little bit of courage, and walked through that door. There at orientation, I was surrounded by other student transfers like me. I was swept up by the energetic school spirit as my anxiety turned into excitement. I was eager for the fall semester to start.

Registering for classes became a race against the clock. Fall registration had already passed, leaving me to pick through the few courses that remained available. Nearly every course I wanted had a waitlist. Luckily, I managed to get a spot in one of my preferred classes, and even that felt like a small victory.

I moved into a dorm with three other UNC students. After only a few weeks of living together, my roommates have become the kind of friends everyone hopes to find in college. Our connection and positive energy make it seem as if we have known each other for years. Sometimes I miss them, we don’t see each other that often because we have different schedules. But recently, the three of us sat together to watch the Love Island Reunion, and the laughter and moments we shared reminded me how lucky I was to have such vibrant connections.

Navigating campus is surprisingly easy, and everything is within walking distance. Still, compared to Montgomery College in Maryland, UNC’s campus is massive. I’ve been walking more than ever before, and while my legs protest, at least I get my steps in.

The social scene at UNC is fueled by energy, especially during sporting events. Attending my first Tar Heel game opened my eyes to the variety of sports at UNC and Carolina school spirit. I’ve since become a regular in the stands, wearing my Carolina blue and waving my white pompom with pride. I am becoming closer to the people who stand beside me, game after game. Making friends here has felt almost effortless. Whether I’m at a packed sporting event, exercising at a fitness class, or just showing up for lectures, I’ve found myself connecting with more people than I ever expected. It has made campus life feel like one big community.

Most classes at Carolina are filled with at least forty students. Sometimes it feels less like a classroom and more like a circus or concert. At first, the classes overwhelmed me. But after a few weeks I adapted. The academics at Carolina are more fast paced than at community college. But I’ve reapproached the way I handle time management. Now, I find myself writing my assignments down more frequently and settling into the rhythm of my new schedule.

Reflecting on my journey, I realize that—even after years of independence—transferring to UNC-Chapel Hill has pushed me to grow in unexpected ways. Living away from my family for the first time, surrounded by fellow Tar Heels, I’m experiencing college life. More than that, I’m learning what it truly means to embrace Carolina’s vibrant school spirit. This new chapter has taught me that stepping out of your comfort zone can truly lead to the most rewarding experiences.