<p>Wow! Congratulations to all of you who received acceptances today, and especially to those of you with multiple acceptances to Ivies and other big reach schools. I’ve been thinking until now that admissions to those highly selective schools really was just a luck of the draw for the thousands of qualified applicants. But when you get admitted to so many of them, it has to be much more than luck.</p>
<p>In our home tonight we are right there with those of you who got the bad news of waitlists or rejections. As I predicted last week when D1’s third consecutive waitlist notification arrived following seven consecutive acceptances, the pattern continued today with one more waitlist and then four rejections. All of the notifications, from the first acceptance to the last rejection, arrived in the order of the selectivity of the school. The waitlist today was from Tufts, the rejections from the four Ivies she applied to. </p>
<p>D1 seems to be taking it well, and I hope she isn’t putting up a brave front. The only tears she shed came on Saturday when she received the waitlist from Vanderbilt, not because she had her heart set on going there, but because she thought that Vanderbilt was a good match for her, because she was concerned about disappointing others, and because she too saw the pattern and assumed she wouldn’t be getting anymore acceptances from schools she really loved. She tried hard to hold back her tears, but the instant I saw them mine began to flow too. We were on our way out to dinner at the time, though, to celebrate DH’s birthday, so I was able to look out the window and hide my tears from her, not wanting to compound her sadness, and before long she had bravely turned her focus towards making it a special night for her father. She didn’t want to talk about it later, so I’m still waiting until she does. Today she seemed almost resigned to the waitlist and the rejections.</p>
<p>As for me, I’m in the midst of a lot of thinking and wondering right now. Two years ago I never would have thought that one of my kids would apply to an Ivy League college, let alone four of them. To us, Ivies were things of movies and books and TV shows, not real life. Living in the Midwest and working in special education, I don’t know anyone who has attended an Ivy, except for my nephew who went to an elite and well connected east coast high school, and who’d had some amazing opportunities earlier in life because of the work that his parents are in. </p>
<p>Then last year D1 and I visited colleges in the northeast part of the country over spring break. Our first scheduled visit was to Boston College on Monday morning. But on the way there we got soaked in a very windy rainstorm, decided to move the BC visit to later in the week, and headed back to the hotel to dry off. That glitch in our plans left us with some extra time in our day. So we decided, out of sheer curiosity, to head over to Harvard, an easy T ride away, for an information session there. As we listened to the admissions counselor and two student volunteers talk, we both started to have the same thoughts – “Why not Harvard? Why not D1?” She had all the qualifications and credentials they seemed to be looking for (though they said they had no specific criteria, of course), and the students seemed so much like her. There was so much she loved about what she saw and learned that day, from the residential colleges to the shopping period that allows students to sample classes before registering for them, to the financial aid that could actually make it feasible, and so much more. And whether that would be the school for her or not, we began to build a list of things that she would be looking for in every other school she considered. We ended up visiting five Ivies that week, and she applied to the four from which she was rejected today. Her favorite was Dartmouth. All along we kept asking “why not?”, knowing that if she didn’t try she’d never know. </p>
<p>From this side of the admissions process, however, I can’t help thinking that we were deluding ourselves (and by “we” I really mean “I” since I am the parent who encouraged her to go for it). Not many people in our real life circle know that she applied to those schools. People in our community just don’t seem to aim that high, and although those who know her know how smart she is, I’m sure they’d have thought we were throwing our money away on those application fees. And I have to say now that from this vantage point it really doesn’t seem like a Midwest girl from a good but not an elite high school has a place at an Ivy League college, even if she has always thrived on academic challenge and has a 35 ACT, a 4.0 UW GPA, a transcript thick with honors and APs, and an impressive set of ECs and LORs. </p>
<p>Please know that this is just contemplation and wondering on my part, not sour grapes or bitter disappointment. I am sincerely happy for those of you whose kids have been accepted to those very selective schools, and in awe of those who’ve been accepted to more than one. And, like so many of the kids whose parents write on this thread, D1 has a great set of schools to choose from in those first seven schools that accepted her (all with merit scholarships and, where she has sought it, admissions to honors programs). One of them is her school. She will get an excellent education and have an awesome four years of intellectual exploration and fun. I would just love to understand all of this a little better, to know what it is that opens those Ivy League doors to some and keeps them tightly shut to others.</p>
<p>On a lighter note, D1 had an ironic and kind of funny thing happen to her today. When I picked her up after track practice (her little sis had a crash in her car a couple of weeks ago so it’s been out of commission), I expected her to talk about the five admissions decisions that were waiting for her at home. Instead she was full of news about how prom plans are shaping up. Her two best friends had told her today that there are three guys who want to ask her to prom. Her friends wanted to know who she would like to go with, so they could field questions from the three young men (yes, it is high school…she told her friends that she would be happy to go with any of the three boys, so she’s just waiting to see what happens). Dating has not been a priority for her in high school. She is a beautiful young woman (of course I’m biased, but I hear that from other people all the time, and I can take no credit for it myself) but she’s been way to busy studying, playing music, leading school activities, and so on to think much about dating. So today, the day when she gets rejected from four colleges, she finds out that she can have her pick of three really great prom dates. Not that I’m equating the significance and lasting implications of one with the other, but the irony is that for one she has worked so very hard, while to the other she has given little concern or attention. The blessing of it is that it was a very nice distraction for her today.</p>
<p>I just noticed the time. I’ve written much more than I intended to. Best wishes to all in the weeks ahead. I’m looking forward to seeing how things come together for everyone.</p>