<p>First off it's NOT bad about ND. I work as a tutor/Supplemental Instructor at the CC I'm currently attending. Today while getting our materials together we were sharing stories about past experiences, aspirations etc. I mentioned ND & one of the tutors stated he had a friend who had dreamed of attending ND his whole life. Planned for it all during HS etc. He finally applied & was told he had a solid chance of getting admitted by the counselor or someone at ND. He never heard back from them. He did not receive either an admittance OR denial. He finally applied elsewhere (we weren't told where) & eventually wound up attending elsewhere. Over a year later while visiting his home, his mother was going through some stuff she had for him to take. She said she had found a letter she had misplaced & forgotten to tell him about. It was his admittance letter to ND. :-(</p>
<p>When he didn’t hear back EITHER way, why didn’t he follow up?</p>
<p>Would have been a large acceptance packet, not just a letter.</p>
<p>No idea why he didn’t follow up. I’m sure it was the acceptance packet I just wrote letter because that’s what the said when he told the story. All of us were aghast.</p>
<p>Sounds fishy</p>
<p>^^^ Agreed. I have a hard time believing that someone wouldn’t follow up with their dream school if they were in the range and didn’t get a reply. Or that the mom would forget to tell her son that he got into his dream school. Or that the son didn’t ask his mom if any mail came from ND and it would jog her memory. But I guess who knows?</p>
<p>From what the guy stated it seemed like the mom didn’t want the son to fly away from the nest. It seems somewhere down the road the guilt got the best of her.</p>
<p>Maybe you should have called it “Parent Horror Story” since it really has nothing to do with ND admissions</p>
<p>I’m not even sure it’s a Horror Story. Perhaps Mom had legitimate reasons for hiding the letter - family finances are always a touchy subject and other family dynamics might have been considered.</p>
<p>We’ve only heard a third-hand version of one side of the story.</p>
<p>If it’s true, that’s really sad. I wonder how many years ago that was … cuz don’t most colleges also have a way to check online? Does ND only notify by letter even today?</p>
<p>The guy who told me the story I’m assuming is younger than me, I figure him to be mid-30’s. I’ll ask on Tuesday. I’m also curious where his friend did wind up attending.</p>
<p>@forgetfulme - yes, ND still delivers their admissions decisions by mail, all mailed out on the same day (with the exception of international students, who I believe get an email as well so they will be notified at the same time as U.S. students). Of the 12 schools my daughter applied to, six did not post decisions online. We had to wait by the mailbox! Personally, I think it’s a little more exciting that way. :)</p>
<p>The person in the story he told was his uncle who wound up attending UT Austin. Apparently the mother did not want her boy going to far away. Being from the Rio Grande Valley I can totally relate to that mentality. What a shame.</p>
<p>Similar story but different college- A friend’s mother never told her she was accepted to Villanova because she wanted her to go to a less expensive school. This was way before computers so all was by mail. She just thought admissions never got back to her on a decision.</p>
<p>So the moral of the story is to take responsibility for your own life and not blame parents, teachers, advisors, etc because you simply didn’t take the time to:
1-Send in a timely application
2- Follow up on whether or not application materials were received by the college
3- Contact the school for an interview and then made necessary plans to interview
4- Do necessary work to get financial aid (FAFSA, Scholarships, etc)
5- Make necessary contacts if you haven’t been notified regarding decisions. </p>
<p>It is NOT the Mother’s fault. The 18 year old is an adult. I’m sure he was capable of phoning the admissions office and asking for the results. Maturity is important for college. It starts in high school.</p>
<p>I agree, it is what it is.</p>