<p>Hm. I went to high school in the seventies, and signed up for a lot of extra curricular activities, because (a) I had a great deal of energy, like any teenager, (b) I was generally happier doing things with my friends than hanging around at my house, and (c) any time I showed an aptitude for something, people encouraged me to spend more time doing it.</p>
<p>It hadn’t occurred to me to pick any activity based on how some director of admissions might respond to it. Maybe ignorance was bliss, but I knew nothing of selective college admissions when I started high school. I joined the school newspaper staff because I thought it would be really fun to write for the school paper; I joined the chess club because I liked playing chess. I loved playing music, so I joined the school orchestra; I thought I would like acting, so I tried out for school plays.</p>
<p>Having a lot of extra-curricular activities forced me to be efficient about school work. I didn’t have endless time to get things done, so I got things done in the time available to me.</p>
<p>My parents were always expressing concern that I was “spreading myself too thin,” but I rarely felt like I had too much to do. I did things that I liked to do, because I liked doing them. Doing things I liked to do after school recharged my batteries.</p>
<p>Had I chosen my activities in order to please someone else, I might have regarded those activities as chores, and found them onerous to perform. (I did have a taste of that - I was pressured to run for an office in my church youth group, and choose to run against someone I guessed would beat me. I guessed wrong, and had a miserable time serving in that office.)</p>
<p>I didn’t get into my first choice school, or my second choice school. (I wouldn’t have applied to either school, but for the intervention of a high school teacher who was convinced I should be aiming higher.) But I was delighted to get into my third choice college, where I again participated in activities I liked.</p>
<p>My advice, as someone past the halfway point in life (borrowed from a graduation speaker, who borrowed it from the classic comic strip, “Pogo”): “You can keep your gold, and your silver, too, all I want is my Rang Dang Doo.” The key to your future happiness is finding your own damn “Rang Dang Doo”.</p>