You spent 4 years trying to be as involved as possible, constantly challenging yourself and working hard to maintain a perfect GPA. Just like a sportsman getting ready for an important competition, you’ve been waiting so long for the culmination of your entire high school career – the decision day – to come, so that you could finally breathe the sigh of relief. “Congratulations!” you read. “On behalf of the Admission Committee, I am pleased to offer you admission to XXX!” Finally! “Years of hard work have paid off,” you say to yourself as you continue reading the beautiful letter which tells you what an impressive young person you are.
However, it is not a secret that the outcome is not always that triumphant. If you’ve ever been rejected by a college, the chances are that your letter went something like this: “Although we realize that our decision may come as a disappointment to you, we want you to know that it is not a judgement about your own potential.” What disturbs me here is that why an acceptance is widely considered to be a reflection of abilities and a direct result of the effort you put into your application, while a rejection is not? If the moment of truth you’ve been working towards for so long is not meant to evaluate your accomplishments, then what is?
Over the last few years, people have been discussing the flaws of the existing educational system and their negative impact on the accessibility of higher education. I have 2 years’ worth of experience in applying to American colleges, and I’d like to share my story with you just to throw some light on an important, and yet surprisingly under-discussed aspect of the college application process: international admission.
I am a 19-year-old high school graduate from a second world country, and, unlike many others, I have been fortunate enough to discover my passion in life and start planning my higher education as early as five years ago. Since it did not take me a long time to realize that it was practically impossible to pursue a career in neuroscience in my home country, I started looking for opportunities overseas, and, after much thought and consideration, I came to a conclusion that my best option was to go to the United States.
Coming from a different academic background, with my English language proficiency being what one could describe as “elementary” at best, I knew that there has been a lot of work for me to do before I could even consider applying to an American institution. For almost two years, I’ve been spending most of my free time trying to close the education gap between an average American high school student and myself. I even made special arrangements with my school so that I could take some of the exams early and spend more time improving my English skills and preparing for standardized tests. I read everything I could find about the application process, and I contacted dozens of universities trying to find the ones where I’d be happy to spend the next 4 years of my life. Being from a low-income family, I made sure to apply for all the available scholarships and grants. I flew over 2,000 miles just to take the ACT and SAT IIs. I wrote all the essays, filled out all the application forms, and, finally, there was nothing left for me to do but wait for 18 admission decisions to come.
After just a few months, it became clear that the whole “class of 2018” thing was not going to happen for me. I got rejected by 14 out of the 18 colleges straight away, while 2 others decided to put me on the waiting list before saying the final “no.” I got only one acceptance from the university I could not afford, and I also got one rather curious decision I am still not so sure how to classify. (We’ll come back to that later.) Happily, I’ve been toying with the idea of taking a gap year anyway, so such an unpleasant outcome turned out not to be a huge deal. I went to another country, had a great time there, retook my ACTs, worked on my weaknesses, and came back feeling confident as never before. I’d like to get straight to the point here by saying that my second attempt was not much better than the first one. Striving to find the truth behind all the unexpected rejections, I got some interesting results.