<p>Blw923,
This is splam’s thread and I’m sure he’ll respond thoughtfully, but your question #1 brought back a memory of the single thing that most convinced me, as a parent, that UChicago would be a wonderful destination for our son – more so even than Yale, long his favorite and apparent best fit among the pantheon of the elites – should the school and he choose each other. Let me tell you a story.</p>
<p>During his junior year (high school) spring break, we ventured west from NY to check out the top mid-western schools, and were at UChicago for the usual tour and information session, having already been to WashU (whole family really liked it) and Northwestern (a fine school, but “meh” for my son). The UC tour and tour guide were wonderful, the info session uninspired and uninspiring, which left us with mixed feelings. But then the session was followed by a student panel, the members of which made brief opening statements and then threw it open for questions.</p>
<p>The kids were poised, engaging, articulate, clearly intelligent, and quick on their feet. And they had the self-confidence and presence of mind to interact with each other around their answers, and not just respond during their “turn” to an audience question, as I had seen at similarly intentioned student panels at other schools during our college visits. They would have done any school proud. </p>
<p>Obviously, I can’t speak for the 200 or so people in attendance, but you could feel the chemistry clicking in the hall; the student panel had made believers of us. Then this happened . . . Someone tossed out the obligatory question “tell us what you don’t like or what you would change about the University of Chicago.” One of the panelists grabbed the question, a kid named William. Honestly, he said, I can’t think of anything [pause] except maybe the weather. I’m from Miami, and it can get really cold here. Turning to face William, Isra pipes up (or was it Isma, and why do I still remember their names?) – William, don’t be such a wimp. I’m from Saudi Arabia and if I can handle Chicago winters, so can you. You’ve got to embrace the season and enjoy it. Go skating on the Midway. Get into a snowball fight. Winter isn’t just cold, it’s cool. </p>
<p>You had to have been there, I guess. The story loses in translation, but it was that single exchange that convinced me as a parent that UChicago was the place I’d most like to see our son spend his college years, hanging with kids like the ones on that panel. Fortunately, he and the university felt likewise. So, Blw923, get yourself a decent coat, hat, and pair of gloves for when you need them, and let yourself enjoy the pleasures of the season, from the fireplace in the Reynolds Club and a hot chocolate at Hallowed Grounds (or any one of the umpteen campus coffee shops), to ice skating on the Midway rink. If you’re feeling hardy and up for a challenge, there’s also Kuvia/Kangeiko, a weeklong mid-winter dawn ordeal of calisthenics and yoga as the price for seeing the sun rise over Lake Michigan. Then you get a T-shirt. </p>
<p>Apologies, splam, for highjacking your thread. Back over to you.</p>