Wildcats love just about everything about the University of New Hampshire. There are however a handful of things we can agree suck about this school.
1. Trying to get tickets for Scope concerts
It’s a war out there. Everyone is in the waiting room, and everyone is miserable. The race to get a floor ticket is cutthroat.
2. 8 a.m.
Four years, eight semesters, 32 classes at the University of New Hampshire and you will inevitably face an 8 a.m. class. Final grades and attendance for an 8 a.m. are drastically different than for an 11 a.m.. Then, 8 a.m.’s on a Friday? If you make it there, there’s a good chance you’re still drunk.
3. Losing your student ID
$25 to get your identity back. Necessary? Yes. Worth it? Maybe not.
4. The salad line at Union Court
Gotta love rolling up to the MUB absolutely starving only to see that the salad line is snaking around Union Court, out onto Main Street, all the way to Newmarket. But it’s worth the wait for that Southwest Salad, right?
5. Trying to find your friends at Boulder Field on University of New Hampshire Homecoming
“Where are you?” “I’m by all the cars!”
No one really knows the rules at the University of New Hampshire, but everyone knows that regardless of how and where you park, you can expect to find a golden ticket on your windshield and a fine for at least $50. Don’t even bother trying to finagle winter parking ban. Just go straight to Smitty’s, cause you’ve been towed.
7. The line for Scorps in the winter
The line for Scorps is always brutal, but in the dead of winter, it is a true test of the resilience of the human spirit. Please don’t pretend you’re too cool for a coat. It’s -4. You can see your breath. You can’t feel your toes. Just zip up.
8. Figuring out housing for next year
If you want your dream apartment for senior year, plan on getting your name on a list at least a month before freshman orientation. Tours will be taken. Friendships will be challenged. Leases will be signed. Someone will probably back out. Parking will not be included.
9. Trying to find a decent seat in the library during finals
Nothing worse than scouring all five floors of the Dimond Library in search of one lone seat. Don’t even bother trying to go with friends. Finals means every man for himself. Seriously, where were you all during the rest of the semester?
Because the absolute worst part about going to University of New Hampshire is saying goodbye to the best four years of your life.