<p>Everyone reminds me that, if you can afford the bucks and the time, visiting colleges with your kid can be a heck of a lot of fun. I did that with both kids, and loved it; we just didn’t know a lot more useful about any of the colleges when we were done. We did know a bunch of things about some colleges we hadn’t known before, but whether they were useful things is open to question. And, as I said in the earlier post, some of the things my kids “knew” from this process were wrong.</p>
<p>Barnard2016 appropriately reminds me that not everyone makes decisions the way I do, and that’s worth remembering. Part of what informs my attitude, however, is knowing just how wrong my own gut can be. </p>
<p>I did visit the colleges I applied to when I was in high school, and all I really learned from it was that if I were making my decision based on how places looked, I would make a different decision. When it came time to pick a law school, I didn’t visit anything (I was plenty familiar with two of the three candidates anyway), and I wound up choosing a law school (Stanford) sight unseen. </p>
<p>I was aware that everyone said the campus was beautiful – including my sister, then a sophomore there – and I had seen a couple of pictures of MemChu and Palm Drive, the formal entrance to the university, but I really had no idea what it looked like. When I got there, I hated it, really hated it. The Law School was a brutalist building that was functional, but barely more, and the campus as a whole seemed like a cross between a golf course and a suburban strip mall. My gut revolted; I was literally sick to my stomach for a few days at the prospect I was going to spend much of the next three years in that place. It did NOT feel like home.</p>
<p>As it happened, the law school and the university were a great place for me to be, for all the reasons I thought when I decided to go there. I could not possibly have had a better three years there. It took me about six weeks to get used to how it looked, and after that it didn’t bother me anymore, and of course over time places acquired emotional associations and I actually felt good about them. I learned how to focus on what I thought was beautiful and to tune out what I thought wasn’t. In short, I adapted.</p>
<p>But I know in my heart that if I had visited for a weekend, I might not even have applied to Stanford, much less accepted it over my other choices. And that would have been a huge mistake.</p>