So, I graduate tomorrow, and it’s the most surreal feeling. After 16 years of school, I will no longer be a student. And then I realized something: in that time I never did receive my Hogwarts letter. However, once I started thinking about it, I found that college may have been my Hogwarts all along.
Yes, some details may be off–1) I’m not an orphan 2) I’m not a wizard 3) I’m not a a living Horcrux–but as far as metaphorical similarities are concerned, there are so many aspects of college life that are reminiscent of Hogwarts. Here are my findings:
The people you live with your first year will be your Ron and Hermionie (plus company) for the next four years.
Whether this is established over licorice wands or a bowl of raw cookie dough is left up to fate. Just make sure that if it is the cookie dough option that seals the deal, then forget the eggs (lest you want to be sent to the hospital wing).
You start to figure out real fast who belongs to which house.
The worst is realizing that maybe you’re not the Ravenclaw you thought you were going to be in college. I found this out the hard way. But not all of us can be Ravenclaws. *I say to myself as I start my homework at 3AM the night before it’s due*
Some professors share the same traits with the Hogwarts faculty.
Early on, my friends and I realized that some of our professors reminded us of certain Harry Potter teachers. We began to list them off one by one from McGonagall to Snape (yes, we have a Snape). A particularly spacey professor with little to no self-awareness was a Trelawney; the professor who loves to hear himself/herself talk was a Lockhart; a particularly passive-aggressive professor was definitely Quirrell material.
Having the ability to write a 15 page paper with 10 scholarly sources in less than 12 hours is dark magic.
I don’t know how I did this, but I’m pretty sure that witchcraft was involved. The real puzzler was finding out that my paper got a good grade. Some things in this world can never be explained.
Creating edible meals out of questionable leftovers and vending machine items was enough to make you feel like you were in Potions class.
One of the biggest struggles of college was finding crafty ways of avoiding the dining hall. Over the years, my friends and I became experts in cheap meal solutions–even if that meal was just a bag of popcorn. Standards, man.
Going to the gym meant seeing some fantastic beasts you didn’t necessarily want to find.
When the sounds of grunting greet you at the entrance, you know you’re in for a treat.
Dementors were EVERYWHERE.
Whether or not they were professors, tough assignments, or life crises, there was always a Dementor around the corner just waiting to suck the joy out of the college experience. Sometimes, it happened more often than not. That’s why I ate so much chocolate.
Finals Week was the Triwizard Tournament, and no one knew if they were going to end up like Harry or like Cedric Diggory.
Meaning you didn’t know if you were going to make it out dead or alive (metaphorically speaking). At my college, we went through finals week three times a school year. It’s enough to make you want to “Avada Kedavra” yourself.
Sometimes college felt like Azkaban, especially towards the end of the four-year trek.
“I DID MY WAITING!”