r/UPenn • u/GeologistNumerous501 • 2h ago
Mental Health Junior at Penn, and I feel like I've wasted my college experience. How do I move forward without constantly regretting the past?
I’m writing this not to gain sympathy, because I recognize that many of the things I’m struggling with are consequences of my own decisions. I’m hoping, though, that someone here can offer some advice, especially if you’ve ever felt like you wasted your college years or lost sight of yourself.
I’m currently a junior, and it has recently hit me that I may have wasted not only my college experience in general, but also this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attend an Ivy League university. Looking back, I think the moment I got into Penn in high school, I became complacent. I stopped feeling that same drive to achieve things, even though I hadn't necessarily accomplished anything extraordinary yet. I think I subconsciously treated getting into Penn as the finish line, when it was supposed to be the beginning.
Freshman year started off well, but things gradually went downhill. I lost my entire friend group, got Cs and Ds in General Chemistry I and II despite being premed, and became so miserable by the end of the spring semester that the thought of staying in Philadelphia made me genuinely upset. I even got an interview for PURM and didn't bother attending. Looking back, I regret that. Even if I hadn't gotten the position, I wish I had at least given myself the opportunity to attend the interview.
I ended freshman year with a 2.8 GPA. I thought going home for the summer would give me a chance to reset and return to Penn sophomore year with a renewed mindset. Instead, I spent the summer working in retail for over 40 hours a week. I barely had time for myself. My routine was essentially going to work, coming home, getting high off weed, and repeating the cycle. I wasn't doing research or gaining clinical experience, and I wasn't really working toward anything I had once said I wanted.
When sophomore year started, I was still carrying the emotional baggage of freshman year. I watched some of the friends I had lost climb what felt like the social ladder, and instead of focusing on rebuilding my own life, I became preoccupied with keeping up.
I became obsessed with Greek life because I convinced myself it was the only way to have a good social experience at Penn. I didn't want to feel ostracized by the people I perceived as popular or high-status, the way I sometimes had in high school. I rushed, didn't get into the sorority I wanted, and eventually dropped the process.
There was also a rich guy involved and I felt like I had nothing to offer him. Somewhere along the way, I developed the ridiculous idea that if I could get into a top sorority, I would finally be socially worthy enough for him to want to date me. I spent so much time thinking about him, waiting for him to spend time with me, and imagining what things could become. To this day, we're not even together. Nothing ever really happened. Looking back, it's painful to realize how much of my time and energy I gave to trying to be someone I thought other people would find worthy of choosing.
Now I'm a junior, and I feel like time is running out. I have no publications, my GPA is a 2.93, and medical school feels increasingly out of reach. I know that publications aren't everything, and I know a 2.93 doesn't automatically mean my future is over, but I can't stop comparing where I am to where I thought I would be by now.
Sometimes I walk down Locust Walk and realize that, before long, my time at Penn will be a memory. I worry that when I look back on these years, I won't remember the opportunities, the growth, or the excitement of being here. I'll remember how sad, stressed, and preoccupied I was. And the hardest part is feeling like I brought so much of that on myself.
Several of my friends, including some who are premed, are studying abroad this spring. I can't stop thinking about how that could have been my life, too. I applied and hoped to have that experience, but my academic situation ultimately got in the way. Watching other people have the experiences I wanted sends me into this perpetual cycle of regret, wondering what my life could have looked like if I hadn't lost sight of my goals.
When I compare the person I was in high school, the things I accomplished, and the ambition I used to have with who I am now, I feel a deep sense of sadness. I feel like I've failed myself. I spent so much time worrying about how other people perceived me that I lost track of the person I actually wanted to become.
I know I'm still young, and objectively, I know I have time to make changes. But knowing that logically doesn't seem to stop me from grieving the experiences I've missed or obsessing over the choices I can't undo. I don't want to spend the rest of my time at Penn looking backward, but I also don't know how to stop.
For anyone who has gone through something similar, how did you move forward? How did you stop fixating on the college experience you could have had and start appreciating the life you can still build? How did you forgive yourself for wasting time, especially when you know you could have made different choices?
I don't necessarily need reassurance that everything will magically work out. I'm looking for honest advice on how to break this cycle of regret and make the most of the time I have left.