2008 Woodie Awards
The Senior Column: Grad School Visit
Stephanie Hanisak
Issue date: 10/30/06 Section: Life & Times
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Last weekend after a quick trip to Savannah, I decided to drive hour and a half hours out of my way to visit the University of Georgia's Grady School of Communication, which is one of the grad schools that I am considering for next fall.
As soon as I drove into Athens, I could tell that UGA would be much different than Rollins. Everywhere I looked, I saw red and black, "Football Parking" signs littered the sides of the streets, and leaves fell peacefully onto the ground. The buildings, predominately composed of brick, is classified as Georgian Architecture.
I arrived on Sunday about an hour before sunset and tried to navigate myself through the campus without a map. I managed to see the football team preparing for their upcoming rivalry with UF, the English building that looked as if it could hold at least ten Orlando Halls, the massive Stanford Stadium and Stegeman Coliseum where division I teams play, and fraternity and sorority rows that seemed to go on for miles.
On Monday morning, I stopped at the visitor's center to pick up a map. I opted against a campus tour, though, because they tend to tailor them for prospective undergraduate students rather than prospective graduate students.
I went directly to the Journalism building, which houses the Grady School of Communication, and talked with the administrative assistant. After she told me briefly about the program, I asked her a series of questions that I had accumulated while looking at Grady's website. After she answered all of my questions, she gave me a tour of the building, introduced me to some professors, and showed me where some of the classes are held.
I left her office with a very good feeling about their program, which offers four specific areas of concentration within the Communication program and a fifth that allows students to pick and choose the classes that they want to take. She also told me there were a few recent Grady graduates who are now working for various professional teams in Atlanta. I was happy to hear that the graduates were pursuing the same careers that interest me.
As soon as I drove into Athens, I could tell that UGA would be much different than Rollins. Everywhere I looked, I saw red and black, "Football Parking" signs littered the sides of the streets, and leaves fell peacefully onto the ground. The buildings, predominately composed of brick, is classified as Georgian Architecture.
I arrived on Sunday about an hour before sunset and tried to navigate myself through the campus without a map. I managed to see the football team preparing for their upcoming rivalry with UF, the English building that looked as if it could hold at least ten Orlando Halls, the massive Stanford Stadium and Stegeman Coliseum where division I teams play, and fraternity and sorority rows that seemed to go on for miles.
On Monday morning, I stopped at the visitor's center to pick up a map. I opted against a campus tour, though, because they tend to tailor them for prospective undergraduate students rather than prospective graduate students.
I went directly to the Journalism building, which houses the Grady School of Communication, and talked with the administrative assistant. After she told me briefly about the program, I asked her a series of questions that I had accumulated while looking at Grady's website. After she answered all of my questions, she gave me a tour of the building, introduced me to some professors, and showed me where some of the classes are held.
I left her office with a very good feeling about their program, which offers four specific areas of concentration within the Communication program and a fifth that allows students to pick and choose the classes that they want to take. She also told me there were a few recent Grady graduates who are now working for various professional teams in Atlanta. I was happy to hear that the graduates were pursuing the same careers that interest me.
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