I know that at face value, this statement seems very alarming and ripe for criticism. Please hear me out!
To preface, I am a low-income student from the Northeast and my family knew very, very little about colleges when I began this process of applying to schools. When deciding where to place my early app, I chose Princeton simply because it has the top-rated math department and I enjoyed visiting there awhile back.
While waiting on my Princeton decision, I applied to a host of other schools. When I heard back from Princeton in December, I was beyond thrilled to have been accepted. However—to be completely honest—I never really knew or felt the gravity of that achievement. My family and I knew that the school was hard to get into, but I was encouraged to see all of my other applications through and explore all of my options. When the dust settled, Princeton, Yale, Colgate, Rice, and Vanderbilt emerged as my top options financially.
I had an extremely tough time deciding. With formal accepted student days canceled due to COVID, I never really felt qualified to make my own decision about college. I eventually posted to a Q&A site (not College Confidential) asking what I should do. I was answered eloquently by a Yale alum who started talking with me privately. He contacted many other Yalies to talk to me; he even promised to write to his connections at Yale to guarantee me certain placements and (dare I say) privileges. Nothing illegal or anything, but he certainly painted a grandiose picture of me at Yale. Yale’s financial aid offer also slightly edged out Princeton, and my family was 100% pro-Yale. In the last hours on May 1st, I accepted my Yale offer for all of the aforementioned reasons.
A couple of days later, I wrote to the alum who had taken me under his/her wing and said that I had committed to Yale. The reply was brief, he/she could not do ANY of the things for me that he/she had promised. This upset me immensely, and I began to realize that I had made an awful mistake. Princeton had come to be my dream school, and I had turned it down based on promises that I was foolish enough to believe and to make other people happy.
I wrote and called Princeton admissions desperately—several times over the past couple of weeks. I rarely got an answer, but when I did it was a very robotic “sorry, our Class of 2024 is full, we wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors” type of message. I even tried to convince them to let me be considered for Bridge Year, a program where I could perform service abroad and then enroll in the Class of 2025. Again, they repeated the same “sorry, no, good luck” message. I was devastated.
To conclude, I know that Yale is an amazing school and that I am very lucky to be going there. However, Princeton will forever be my dream school and my interactions with the Yale alumni has left an awful, awful taste in my mouth. I am afraid that the actions of the Yale people I have spoken with are indicative of what the culture is like there as a whole. I am a teenager who has made misguided choices and bad mistakes. I have no one to blame but myself. Is there ANY path I can take to right this wrong, or should I just pull together and live with this? Is there any hope for me to attend Princeton as an undergrad? Should I try to transfer out of Yale even if it doesn’t mean going to Princeton?