<p>If you have already submitted your college applications and don’t understand what it fit means, you should probably figure that out before you make your decision in April.</p>
<p>Schools, like applicants, have personalities. Carleton’s personality has been described on this forum many times and in much more detail than I could possibly provide here, but common themes include the friendliness, openness, and (shall I say it? Of course I shall!) quirkiness of the student body. Carleton’s students have a vast and varied array of passions, but they don’t take themselves too seriously and tend to balance everything with a well-cultivated sense of humor. </p>
<p>The idea is that you should choose a school that meshes with your own personality, a place where you feel a sense of belonging. Fit is why it is so important to visit college campuses if at all possible. </p>
<p>This next part is for searchlight22’s son:</p>
<p>I went into the college search process feeling fairly confident (at least, as confident as anyone with reasonable knowledge of the college admissions process) that Brown University was the school for me. Brown had a great literature program, it seemed like an excellent fit for my interests, and everything I read in the college guidebooks seemed fantastic. What’s more, it was in the Ivy League–when I told people I was going to Brown, they would say “wow.” Brown seemed like the pinnacle achievement that would put a crown on all of the work I had poured into my high school career. </p>
<p>Then I visited Carleton. It wasn’t my first visit to a college, so I had some basis for comparison. I was cautiously optimistic at first, because it, too, sounded great on paper, and I loved the funny little postcards sent by the admissions office. The fact that last year’s valedictorian at my school had turned down Yale for Carleton definitely piqued my curiosity too.</p>
<p>And something funny happened. The freshman English class that I visited spent an hour discussing references to pooping (of all things) in an 18th-century poem, in an incredibly bright and articulate manner. What really surprised me was the way they supported one another—when one student lost her place in a poem and accidentally quoted one on another page, another girl strengthened her point by pointing to a new set of lines. The best part? At one point, the professor made a Wishbone allusion…and everybody got it!</p>
<p>Afterward, while I wandered the campus, I discovered something else: Carleton students were obviously happy. Out of all the colleges I visited, I never found a place with quite the same peculiar aura of earnest exuberance and joy. In the student union, kids bought flowers to stuff into their friends’ (unlocked!) mailboxes to celebrate the end of the week. Want ads in the NNB guaranteed payment in cookies. Walking down a hall, I heard laughter coming from multiple classrooms. I didn’t quite know it then, but slowly, everything was starting to add up.</p>
<p>I visited Brown a few months later. I don’t know whether it was an Ivy League thing, but things seemed…off. Instead of inviting prospective students to visit classes, the admissions office told me to look through the entire online course directory to find a class I wanted to visit that took place on Fridays, look up the professor’s name, and email the professor. Okay, fine, I thought. Brown has way more prospies than Carleton, so I guess they can’t place them all in classes. So I emailed a creative writing professor and waited to hear back. A few days later, the professor turned down my request. Which would have been okay–but then the same thing happened three more times. The only class I was finally allowed to see was a large history of education course that I was only vaguely interested in.</p>
<p>The rest of the visit was pretty good. Brown is a fantastic school. But something just wasn’t the same. In the back of my mind was this constant, hesitant little thought: “But at CARLETON…”</p>
<p>A few months after that, I submitted my early decision application to Carleton. Searchlight22, I can’t say that I’ve never looked back on my decision and wondered “What if…?” I can’t say that I don’t feel a slight twinge when Carleton’s name is met with blank stares and the boy in my grade who was accepted to Princeton as an athletic recruit gets big smiles and pats on the back. I’m only human. But you know something? I can honestly say that I have never regretted my choice. I know where I belong.</p>
<p>I don’t know which school is going to be the “Carleton” for your son. Maybe it’s Carleton. Heck, maybe it’s Columbia and you’ll get a fat envelope in April and look back on this time of anxiety and laugh. But only your son can fill in the blank. If he is not absolutely certain right now, then he should by all means apply regular decision and make his choice when he’s had more time to think. I wish you both all the best in your search, and remember that six months from now this uncertainty will be over and he’ll be on his way to a great place, wherever that is. :)</p>