The bright colors of the autumn leaves and the brisk wind that hit against my face as I rolled the window of the car down to get a closer look at the sprawling campus I was passing as my father and I drove up a hill to the Skytop Parking Lot. Already, I was captivated by the environment and interested by the students walking around, discussing topics from their classes and different events going on that night on campus. I immediately felt comfortable and out of all the colleges I have visited, Syracuse is the one I can see myself starting the next chapter of my life at. Stepping into the all glass building of the Whitman School of Management, I was overwhelmed with students in professional attire and the teachers and deans in the lobby,