In my recent post, “When bad admissions decisions happen to good students,” I suggested that my second daughter was the sort of applicant who possessed a “certain something extra” that was “essentially indefinable.” I suppose I was being coy, there, as the last thing I wanted to do was shamelessly brag about my own kid.
But then it occurred to me that some parents might actually want to know exactly what such a kid is like. So now I present “Fefe’s Five C’s of Favorability.”
- Charisma
@makp715 hit it on the head. A fatal charisma is an undeniable part of the package. I can recall staring at my daughter for minutes on end, my mouth ajar in utter wonderment, as she sat in her little highchair. She was so astoundingly cute and precious that at times I found myself gripped by the urge to eat her right up! Yet at other times I beheld something shockingly different–namely, a visage “whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command” seemed to proclaim: “‘My name is Ozymandias, queen of queens: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’” (With apologies to my beloved Percy Bysshe Shelley.)
It was eerie! Who is this kid? I wondered. Where did she come from? This can’t be my kid! Five hundred times I asked my wife to reveal the name of this child’s true father, to no avail. Soon I became victim to all manner of fevered fantasy: Was my child switched at birth? Is this an alien from outer space? Is this child…possessed?–and is there such a thing as a non-denominational exorcism? Believe me, this was one special monkey.
As it turned out, others saw something special in this youngster, too. And many people–not all, but many–continue to find her utterly fascinating. It’s as if they become love sick. One poor woman at her last school (who is not a teacher) couldn’t stop hugging her. My wife and I were afraid that at any moment the kid was going to vanish, and all that would be left were a couple of strands of her hair protruding from the corner of this woman’s mouth!
It’s a gift. The child has an aura about her that makes her irresistible. People simply adore this kid!
- Competitiveness
I’ve never met a more competitive individual than my daughter. In fact, it is her fiery, unrelenting competitiveness that most distinguishes her from her merely highly competitive sister. Whatever the activity–academic, athletic, social–if score is being kept or honors handed out, this kid wants to finish in the money.
And she takes no prisoners. I saw it in her first year of local youth league basketball when she was nine years old: in her first ever practice, she identified the best, most committed girl on the team and made it her business to outshine her. And notwithstanding that she had never played basketball before, through force of sheer competitive will she managed over the course of the season to elevate her play to this girl’s level and assume leadership of the team. No matter what she’s doing, she simply refuses to be outdone.
My daughter thrives on competition, and is never happier than when she is locked into a competitive moment–it is simply who she is. She wants to play the game the right way, and that means giving her all and playing to win.
Of course, this sort of competitiveness can have it’s, uh, occasional downside. Suffice it to say that in our house, sibling rivalry has sometimes taken on the trappings of a blood sport.
- Clubbability
This child has a hunger for social interaction that knows no bounds. Whereas my firstborn will happily stay in her room rather than hang with people she doesn’t care for, number two will make the best of any given social situation, always managing to put together a “squad” of loyal friends. She loves people and will not hesitate to walk up to strangers and introduce herself. I can’t help but think that there has never been a child better suited to the boarding school experience, and especially the daily give and take of the dorm life.
Part of her success in social settings derives from what I can only call her sixth sense: she has the ability to walk into a roomful of people and immediately get a handle on the social dynamic. Give her a photo of a group of kids, and she can instantly identify the role each kid plays in the group hierarchy. As a founding member of the A.A.S.C. (American Society of the Socially Clueless), I find my daughter’s instinctive ability to read and understand others to be her most valuable asset.
These skills seem to have come to full fruition this year in unexpected fashion. In the first weeks of school, she managed to set up her roommate with a boy–the ninth grade’s first official coupling–and since then she has become the go-to person for ninth-grade introductions. Presenting…my daughter the matchmaker! She has dozens of friends to draw upon–even some tenth graders–and it keeps her busy. Recently a boy came to her with a list of six girls he was interested in; my daughter was already working on matching-up five of them! She has been called upon to dispense so much advice, that at this point she could probably fill in for Dear Abby. This kid is a born “fixer” and is never happier than when things around her are spinning slightly out of control.
I have to believe that through these matchmaking activities she is learning a lot about working closely with others. In fact, I would almost go so far as to say that academics is what she does when she’s taking a break from her education!
[continued at PART TWO]