How I Made It To UConn
For the next twelve weeks, get used to seeing my name: I’m Will Woznicki, younger brother of Sara. Sara and Cazey have been kind enough to take me under their wings as an intern for As Told Over Brunch. Currently, I’m entering my senior year at the University of Connecticut. In the three years I’ve worked at two bars, played on the rugby team, and made many friends. I’m looking forward to sharing some of these stories with you.
Since childhood, I’ve been a UConn fan. I can blame my parents seeing as they both graduated from UConn themselves. As kids, my parents brought my sisters and I to Storrs, where UConn is located, whether it was to visit the Dairy Bar or watch the women’s basketball team have open practice.
If we were home, we watched the men or women’s basketball team. I grew up in a UConn household, complete with our “lucky nachos.” My dad started a tradition, where we’d have to eat nachos during the game, which would clearly lead the Huskies to victory.
Apparently my sisters didn’t get the memo, though; neither went to UConn when they went to college. I, on the other hand, always wanted to go to UConn and never gave any other school much consideration, or – more honestly- no consideration at all. When the time came to apply to schools UConn was the first school I applied to.
I applied Early Action, that way I would find out quickly if I got in. Most people at this point continued to apply to other schools to keep their options open. I did something different and dragged my feet on the rest of my applications. I started some other applications, but never had any desire to finish them. Naturally this concerned my parents, but I gave them my “I’ll finish them later” excuse. I put all my eggs in the UConn basket.
I suppose my thinking was that, since I applied with Early Action, I would have enough time to apply to other schools; in the worst case scenario that I didn’t get accepted. As you already know, though, I did get accepted, which relieved my parents and myself. There wasn’t much decision left; I was going to UConn. By the time I found out, I was in the middle of my senior year. This didn’t help my senioritis; the second semester, I was on cruise control.
Looking back I can clearly see that I could have and should have applied to more schools. It was a risky move, but I pulled it off. And now I am attending the only college that I have ever wanted to go to.
It’s also left me bragging rights of being accepted into 100% of the schools I applied to.