I Hope Megan in Austin is NOT Alice in Wonderland

 

I agree with my classmates in that Alice’s adventures in Wonderland can be compared to a freshman’s experiences at UT, but I also think, that as in many things, we make connections between things solely because we want to. Yes, the tiny door could be a “parody if the tiny door that opens onto the President’s office in the main building” (Jamie, in Bump 281), but that is really pushing it.

 

                

Many of the comparisons made between UT and Wonderland are stretches

 

Like Garrison pointed out, the extremely strange and “curious creatures” (Dougill, in Bump 275) that Alice encounters in Wonderland are here in Austin as well. It seems that not only is Austin the capital of Texas but the capital of eccentricity. Back home in good old conservative Fort Worth, I never saw someone like Leslie walk down Bryant Irvin or people with piercings on every inch of their body shop at Northeast Mall. But I have encountered those here and it has taught me acceptance. I look at each new person I see, and I appreciate their individuality and own personal taste and dress. But, if we are to continue with this comparison between UT and Wonderland, I hope I have adapted and handled myself better than Alice. Alice, who cannot quite grasp an understanding of her surroundings, spends a majority of her time moping or complaining about her present circumstance. She insults those she meets and has a large air of ignorance about her. While many of my classmates see her flaws in a heroic light, I view them as what they are – flaws.

 

Alice's ignorance in Wonderland did not allow her to adjust

 

Unlike Alice, I have adjusted well to life here on the UT campus. I have made a lot of acquaintances and a group of close friends. I have missed home but not let the occasional bout of homesickness dampen my spirits or affect my enjoyment of everyday life. I have found that I do not feel like one among 52,000, but rather that I do have a face and name, not a number. I have even enjoyed all of my classes with the exception of “logic”, which I would gladly argue can be parodied by the nonsense and randomness of “Alice’s adventures in Wonderland” (Erin, in Bump 282). Unlike Alice, I have not remained ignorant to my new surroundings or the people that inhabit it. I have absorbed every bit of knowledge that my professors have thrown my way, and, through the help of this class, completely shed any fleck of ignorance I may have possessed. Alice’s adventure in the craziness of Wonderland cannot be a parody of my freshman year, except for maybe that fact that like Alice’s adventures in Wonderland, I will remember every moment of my freshman year for the rest of my life.

 

               

I will cherish the memories I have made during my freshman year forever