Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:Grinnell is in the middle of serious meth towns, right next to where Mollie Tibbetts and Xavior Harrellson were recently murdered. It’s a miserably ugly town with miserable tryhard professors either micromanaging (or offering pot to) kids who weren’t accepted to Ivies. It sounds too good to be true because it is. It’s a sham school.
-Alum
Your post may convince someone who has never been there and doesn’t know anyone who attended. Unfortunately for you, most people in the DMV actually know some real Grinnell alums, so we don’t buy your take at all.
“Unfortunately for” me? WTF, like I care who goes to grinnell. OP asked and I answered. It was a total hellhole and I hated it. Did you go there?
I went there! Loved it.
I learned to be curious there. I learned that growing up in east coast pressure-cooker suburbs had made me cynical and sarcastic, and that these traits only limited me. So I learned to shed that cynicism and sarcasm, something for which I’ve always been grateful. I met people from all over the world, many of whom inspired me, and just as many who made me laugh, occasionally so hard my belly hurt. I worked hard, and I danced my butt off. I had late night conversations about quantum physics. I performed on stage. I ran through tall grass prairie. I composed music. I played club sports. I made friends that I still love deeply — saw one of them last week, will see 3 others next week.
My kid was raised with an extended family of Grinnellians, and then chose the school over several NESCACs, Davidson, other DCUM darlings. While my kid’s experience was different from mine, it also involved great friends, learning that went both wide and deep, and a profound love of place.
PP’s are right that it’s not for everyone. But when it’s right, it can be so so right.