<p>Sigh. Ivies were not good to my school. (Background info: we have five vals.)
One val didn’t apply to any Ivies. Only small LACs, a decision which fits her personality. Last I heard from her boyfriend, she had gotten in everywhere. She’s the nicest, most self-deprecating girl I know. The closest I’ve ever seen her to somewhat annoyed is when she mutters mild swears after missing quiz team questions.
I already knew one of the vals had a LL from Dartmouth, but I haven’t heard that he got in anywhere else on Thurs. I’m about to see him when we go to “work” (ie: back to school on a Saturday morning to tutor 7th graders).
The other val about whom I know for sure was rejected by Yale. She’s headed to Northwestern. She’s a really nice girl, and smart, so I’m a bit disappointed, but she seems cool with it.
I heard about one other val, and it seems she was rejected at all the Ivies to which she applied and is headed to UChicago, which I think is hilarious since it doesn’t seem to match her personality at all.</p>
<p>One other girl besides me got into Harvard. I’m really happy for her, because she’s most likely the smartest person at our school (she chose not to be be val by taking Philosophy, an unweighted class), and because she went to Harvard summer school, so I feel like it was probably her first choice. We’re on quiz team together, so I’ll hear all about it on Monday. She also got into Yale, which, deep down inside, makes me immensely jealous, but she deserves it. OTOH, she got waitlisted at Swarthmore, which I totally don’t understand, especially when I got an early write. But Swarthmore hates our school. I think I’m the only person accepted in like, the last two decades. It’s crazy.
And then it was just a sea of rejections :(. Everyone got rejected by UPenn, we’ve not had anyone get into Princeton (though one girl who used to go to our school, my friend did get in!!!), Brown denied everyone, etc., etc. </p>
<p>Despite all that, I feel like the congrats I got were genuine. In Physics C, we always talk about colleges, since most of us are/were targeting somewhere awesome. And in English Lit, we talked about colleges. This guy asked me where I got in, and then when other people came in, he would just point at me and say “She got into Harvard.” Hilarious. The sweetest thing I heard from a junior in orchestra who had seen that I had, of course, obsessively set up a countdown timer on my iTouch and who had asked me its purpose told me she felt special to even know me. I was like, “that’s how I feel about people who’ve gotten into Stanford!”
Maybe they only complimented me because I was wearing a pretty, flowery, Mad Men-looking dress though. Actually, I think I got more compliments on the dress.</p>