I wanted to go out West (UCLA, Colorado) or Boston, but after my dad died when I was 15, I basically torched my HS career, going from honor roll student on path for scholarships to drug-addled sociopath, lol. Thankfully I could still get it together for standardized tests, and my SATs saved my ass. Wanted to do journalism, Dayton took me, but I couldn't stand the Jesuit thing during orientation, so bailed out to the state safety school - UConn - where I could get into the Stamford Branch at the 11th hour. They'd pretty much take anyone back in the 70s. Hadn't given UConn an ounce of consideration before that. And they didn't offer journalism as a major so I had no clue what I was going to do when I got there.
I don't know how old you are, but I went there during the last couple of years when 18 was still legal age. Friday night mixers were quite the thing and to this day I don't know how there weren't more cars wrapped around trees on Scofieldtown Rd. after those things.