Looking at all of the schools visited on @stradmom ’s thread here:
…got me thinking about my own college journey back in ye olden times (aka the late 80s) and how it compared to my own kiddos. What was your path to applying to college like as a compared to your children? I’ll start…
Number of Apps:
The major difference was in the number of schools I applied to. I applied to far fewer schools, I suppose because there was no common app and we had to put actual applications in typewriters to respond to all of the questions. There was no primary essay and supplementals; Schools had whatever questions they had, and you responded to all of them by hand (or typed) if you chose to apply. I went to a private girls’ day school where we were advised to shoot for a max of 6 schools: 2 safety, 2 match, 2 reach at the most. My own kids graduating in 2020 and 2022 applied to 12 each.
Interviews:
Another difference was that interviews mattered a lot more at most privates when I was applying, and not just at competitive schools. It wasn’t a big thing at the large flagships I applied to, but it was unheard of among my peer group to apply to a private college without interviewing. If someplace was too far to travel, you did an alumni interview. On the other hand, only 1 of my kids interviewed at a school where the common data set indicated that it mattered. They both did some zoom interviews at other schools, but they were not required and only factored into demonstrated interest if anything.
Prep/Counselors: SAT prep was definitely a thing, but I didn’t do anything beyond what my high school offered. Nobody I knew used a college counselor. These were the same for my kids.
Visits:
We took our kids on lots of trips to visit schools in person, and I did the same with my mom back in the 80s. However, I did several overnight college visits without an adult.
I typically went with a friend or 2, and we drove hours and hours and stayed with older siblings or friends of friends. We arranged our own interviews and tours and handled it entirely on our own. In fact, I flew without a parent from Boston to Denver in a snowstorm with a friend over my February break to visit the school I ended up at (CU Boulder). We stayed with another friend in her apartment, and since cell phones weren’t a thing, my mom basically just waited to hear about it until I got home. I’ve only told her as an adult about some of the shenanigans we got up to on these visits (looking at you, Hamilton College!).
I guess I would have let my kids do this if they asked, but it never came up. While my kids ended up staying with older friends in the dorms at a few schools they visited, we were involved in the process and went with them on the tours even though we stayed nearby in a hotel.
I was very fortunate in that even though I was raised by a young, single mother, education was everything in our family and my mom took me on several out of state trips to look at schools. Looking back, it must have cost her a fortune and I’m sure she had other ways she would have liked to have spent her free time. Each trip was planned without the benefit of the internet, and I imagine her cross referencing my humongous college guidebook with her Rand McNally road atlas figuring out how to maximize each trip. I really treasure those road trips and remember them well in retrospect. My favorite were a VT/NH/Maine trip where we visited several schools in each state and I was allowed to bring a friend. and another to Ohio to see Kenyon, OSU and Denison.
Post-Acceptance:
There were no accepted student days that I recall. You (hopefully) got your fat envelope sometime in April and had a few weeks to decide where to send your deposit. I took both of my boys back to several schools once accepted to help them make their final decisions. This turned out to be important, as my oldest was heavily leaning towards a school that he ended up eliminating on accepted students day, which was his 3rd visit. He’s so glad he went elsewhere in retrospect.
In the end, my mom let me decide where to land and we have done the same with our boys. I hope they will look back with fondness on the visits and will forget the stressful parts of the process. I know I have forgotten all of that angst for sure.