So many people have blogs these days that are about their lives and talk about the trials and everyday tasks that everyone can relate to in some way. I myself have had such trials and tribulations, as well as grand occurrences, that those who are younger and who were once young can relate to in one way or another. My name is Bailey Merlin (yes, like the wizard—we traced the genealogy) and I am a sophomore and English major on the beautiful campus of Berry College in Mt. Berry, GA.

Now, this is the part where I tell you a little bit about myself before I divulge all the secrets of college life. It won’t take too long, I promise. Okay, I’m nineteen years old, I come from a family of seven, I am English major (as I stated above), and I love video games. That’s about all you need to know about me. Anything else that is important will undoubtedly come out somewhere in this blog, so we’ll just cross that bridge when we get to it.

But you’re here to know more about Berry through the eyes of a student. I’ll be happy to oblige. One of the first questions that you’ll be asked after, “What’s your major?!” is: “How did you hear about Berry?” In most cases, the students who already live in Georgia will tell you about a friend of a friend of friend whose mom who went to Berry, which gets them intrigued enough to look up the school, and then the show is over because our campus is beautiful. Then, they set up a tour and then the fat lady sings because you can’t come here and not see that it’s one of the prettiest campuses in America.

However, my story is a little different. I’m from Pensacola, FL, about 300 miles from Berry College, and I had never heard of it even once. In my senior of high school, my class counselor came around to give the students information on colleges in our English classes (don’t ask me why). Well, she was going through the schools so rapidly that I wrote down “Berry College” when she briefly spoke about a liberal arts’ college instead of  writing down “Eckerd College,” which had been the college she had apparently said beforehand. I take this little mistake as the hand of Fate. I was meant to find Berry. After that, I met with a Berry representative who had sent all of her children here and hadn’t regretted a single second of it. She showed me pictures and pamphlets and went on about the great aspects of the school. As I said, you see a picture of the campus and you’re hooked. So, I scheduled a tour, went with my mom to visit, and I was a goner. Hook, line, and sinker.

You might be asking if that’s all Berry is about: the campus. I’m not going to say that the grounds aren’t a large part of the charm, because they are; but the appeal of Berry goes way beyond that. Now, I’m from a place where most college-bound kids go off to FSU or UCF and become lost in a sea of thousands of other students where the professor can’t possibly learn your name and the line for the cafeteria is endless. I myself wanted something a little bit more than that. I wanted my work to be given a real going over so I could grow as an intellectual and a writer (very important to us English majors), and I got exactly what I wanted at Berry. There are about two thousand students here, which sounds like a lot, but it really isn’t. The small number of students gives the professors the opportunity to have a lot of one-on-one conversations with them. Yeah, I know, that sounds canned, but it’s true. I haven’t had a class with more than twenty-five students in it and all of my professors thus far have been very helpful and interested in me as a person. I don’t think I could go to any other school at this point.

Also, before I end this thing, I want to dissipate any delusions some may have about the Berry Bubble. One, it is a common misconception that Berry is basically an all girls’ school. That is a falsehood. There are boys on this campus. Two, if you don’t think that there are really more deer than students, you have been misinformed. Three, some believe there is nothing to do on a college campus and that they have to go elsewhere for entertainment. This is probably the biggest lie that has ever been told, at least in correlation with Berry. There is always something going on at Berry, especially on the weekends. The student organizations do a great job of putting on some really spectacular extracurricular activities—most notably Marthapalooza. However, that’s just one of the events; there are constantly speakers, movies, game nights, readings, live music, and, oh, the free food.

Every moment at Berry has been exciting. I have learned a great deal, made fantastic friends, and gained real world experiences that will help me later on in my professional life. But, of course, to live at Berry is to “Experience it Firsthand.”

Sláinte