@CalamityJane,
My transition year -
I went to what I'd call a dolly college for the first year, though it had a good enough repute. It was essentially up the street, a nice girls catholic college and, for a change (see my previous rants) I even admired the nuns - they were very bright and I don't regret the year, essentially a transcript waste, but I learned from several classes. I left since the relatively small tuition was a no go re our income and I could get into the local biggie university (then called
red - indeed my high school nuns didn't send students' transcripts there, the commie red place - I could now nail the principal). That was UCLA.
In the intermediate place - the chem teacher was superb, the zoology teacher taught my high school over again, and the english teachers were both great. You'll all understand that I got a D in Theology, which didn't accrue many points re grade average. Thing is, I still was a conformer then, I just messed up somehow re Brother Anthony or whomever. The present me would have challenged him. I just figured there was a Blue Book mixup.
I don't hate that place. They weren't, far as I know, the progressive nuns, like at Immaculate Heart, but the ones I knew were swift and interested in much. I'm glad I lived that, or I'd be more bitter re my odd high school. On the other hand, a friend's sister, a nun there at that college, before she was a nun, dated a major mag editor; later worked with Cesar Chavez some. Also was acquainted with Pinter.
Aka, intellectual - but I don't know her, just remember her as interesting. Part of why I didn't hate that school.
My point is, that year was a transition for me, before walking on to an immense campus with a student beehive and nothing at all in the world not open to me suddenly.