Hey guys!
I told myself I wouldn’t so this, but this is the only way I can think of to sate my college admissions obsession without endlessly annoying the people around me. So you guys get to hear my story!
First off, a little bit about me. In CC fashion, I’ll start off with some numbers and three letter acronyms:
SAT: 2270
ACT: 34
GPA: 4.46 W 3.92 UW
I go to a giant public high school in a reasonably well-off suburb in NJ. I always thought my school was pretty average, but we already have 5 kids going to Ivies just from the early round, and 3 more who got into Ivies SCEA, so I’m thinking that perhaps I underestimated us :P.
I do color guard, gymnastics, fencing, stage crew, volunteer at a horse farm, like to write, and uh, spend a lot of time on CC and Pinterest. Kind of a jack-of-all-trades, and we all know how great they do in this process.
My list:
Crazy Reaches (I do my best to pretend I didn’t apply to these):
Harvard
Princeton
Yale
Brown
Stanford (eyes get large and mouth opens in awe)
Reaches:
Pomona
Claremont McKenna
Georgetown
WUSTL
Emory
Middlebury
Matches:
Tufts (more of a high match)
UVa (high match)
William and Mary
Kenyon
USC
BU (more of a low match)
Safeties:
Rutgers
Alabama
American
Quite the list, right?
Trust me there’s a logic to it.
Ok, most of it.
Ok, maybe one or two.
Ok, maybe I’m insane.
Basically, I love California, so I applied to a bunch of schools out there, I love quirky schools (Tufts, William and Mary, Kenyon, Brown), so I applied to some of those, I’m thinking I would prefer an urban school, so most of my schools are at least sort-of near cities, and my parents and I like prestige so I applied to a bunch of those, plus the obligatory safeties. Throw in a few last minute apps to schools that either didn’t require essays or had deadlines after January 1st (Midd, Gtown, WUSTL) and you have a rough approximation of my list.
So, now that all the perfunctory stuff is out of the way, on to the story:
I started off freshman year blissfully unaware. I was really happy that since we lived in NJ, my family would get the in-state rate for tuition when I went to Princeton. Seriously.
I grounded myself more in reality throughout the rest of high school, kicked butt on standardized tests, and started the long process of visiting schools. I visited something like 16. Yes, my parents were about ready to kill me.
I procrastinated big time on applications. I spent eons writing five separate versions of my Common App Essay, and short changed myself on the supplements. I compete in a varsity sport (Marching band lol) in the fall, so my time that I wasted in August ended up biting me in the butt - hard. I submitted my Rutgers app the day before it was due, and my UVa app the day it was due. The plan was to go ahead and send Stanford off REA, but I backed out at the last minute because of problems with a recommender and negative feedback on an essay. I really screwed the early round up - I had a plan, but it was executed poorly and I ended up getting the longer waiting time for RD coupled with sending few early apps out because I was planning on doing REA. I did make the right call in not sending to Stanford though - my essays weren’t ready on November 1st. I ended up rewriting two of them completely for RD, and I think they came out better.
With that mess behind me, you’d think I would have learned not to procrastinate. No such luck. I sent out one app in November - USC, the night before the scholarship deadline. At this point, I had a realization. My “Applied” column on my chart was looking a little spare. I still had 13 colleges to go. This was going to be one scary month.
December rolled around, and I hit the apps hard. Every day after school, I was working on essays. All in all, I wrote some 50 odd drafts and 30 or so unique essays. It drove me to the brink and back. At my parents’ request, I ended up ADDING schools last minute. I collapsed at 9:30 PM on January 1st. I had applied to 14 schools in one month, and the only application that fell under the wagon wheels was Rice. Not too shabby.
In January, I sent out a few last minute, half-hearted apps (cough Georgetown and American cough). The essays pretty adequately reflected that I had already mentally checked out of college application season and was in need of a break. Don’t have very high hopes for Georgetown. Shortly after all this, I was also deferred from UVa, which took some of the wind out of my sails. UVa isn’t a top choice, but I spent the next two months on pins and needles, fearing that it was a harbinger of what was to come.
And now I’m here. 5 interviews, 20 applications, 11 standardized tests, and probably close to $2000 later. I’ve been accepted to The University of Alabama, Rutgers - Honors College, and just last week, I was accepted at WashU. I’m equal parts nervous and excited to hear back from the rest of my schools. The dream is Stanford, and the more realistic dream is Tufts. I’ll keep you guys updated as things progress, and maybe I’ll do a little advice thing when all is said and done.
If history repeats itself, next up should be American or Kenyon. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.