<p>It’s not so bad when someone else gets into “better” schools than you, at least not if, as in my situation, those people are kind, ambitious, and hardworking. But what does suck is when other people/teachers/administrators at your school make you feel inferior about it. I’ve been on both ends of that situation (i.e. the one being bragged TO about others without so much as a “congratulations” for me, and the one being bragged ABOUT in front of others who get no praise of their own), and no matter which side I’m on, it always makes me feel terrible. The worst was a teacher (with only good, but tactless intentions) cheerfully announcing my acceptance to UCLA to a roomful of freshly-wounded UCLA rejects. I feel like people should have the right to be happy wherever they are going. Some people, particularly those who did not get into their tops, are really working hard to learn to love the school they have ended up at, and I think they deserve the most praise.</p>
<p>The obsession with brand name schools has really gotten to be a bit much these days. I like to think of myself as a relatively un-superficial person, but even I find myself getting caught up in trying to convince people that “Pomona really IS a top school!” (and I know it is good, and I know it is perfect for me - that’s why I picked it, but why do I care so much what others think?) and getting annoyed by teachers waving around acceptances, while simultaneously hoping deep down they will brag about me.</p>
<p>I find myself wishing I had applied to Ivies, even though I never would have gone because they weren’t RIGHT for me, but simply so that I could say I got in. People at my school make me feel GUILTY for picking my true love over prince charming. I had a friend tell me I was “crazy” for picking Pomona over Occidental, since Occidental is much more well-known to your average Joe on the street, even though Oxy was much less to my taste. This whole process has really brought out the worst in me and just about everybody. I’m pretty good at keeping to myself the negativity I can’t help but feel, but the insecurity it brings up in just about everyone (except Zen gods, and maybe those going to big-name schools) is undeniable.</p>
<p>I hate it when people ask me, “Why aren’t you going to Harvard or Yale or something?” This bothers me, not just because I see it as an insult to my decision, but because schools like that have become symbols to the point of complete idolatry. People do not seem to realize that these schools are SCHOOLS. They are not just names that you latch onto and throw around to manipulate others into ooh-ing and ahh-ing over your awesomeness. They are real schools where real people go to be educated, and not every school is right for everyone. Harvard and Yale are not interchangeable; they are completely different environments! They are right for some and not for others. And they are in a vastly different world than liberal arts schools like Amherst, Williams, and Pomona, which provide an education of similar quality, but a completely different experience. People act like there are two lists: Smart People Schools (aka brand name schools - which were rich kid schools long before they were smart kid schools) and Dumb People Schools (everything else), and that all schools on each list are pretty much all the same thing. You should go to college to get an education, because you want to learn or be successful or whatever! Not to show off! You are an intellectual first, and a brand-name whore second. And yes, you can still get a job even if you didn’t go to HYPS! Common misconception, though.</p>
<p>And finally, so what if people want to be bitter? Maybe they do want to lie that they didn’t apply to Ivies; maybe they do want to pretend that the school they are going to was their choice; maybe they do just **<strong><em>ing hate you for living the dream they were denied. I was only rejected at 2 schools out of 16, and it still hurt like a goddam </em></strong>. I can only imagine 8, 9, 10 rejections, all from the schools every idiot can rave about. Imagine your dreams smashing faster than you can pick up the pieces. This may seem dramatic, but from witnessing it, I believe it really is a feeling very akin to grief, especially to those who have had it drilled into them from birth that their lives really did depend on this (not that they do and ever will). Let them at least have their bitterness.</p>