<p>Sheep options (from cursory look at a website):</p>
<p>Columbia
UC Santa Cruz
Oxford
New Hampshire </p>
<p>:p Great way to choose a school ;)</p>
<p>lefthandofdog wins, hooves down. And if I recall freshman year accurately there was a lot of herd behavior too</p>
<p>uh-oh.
Here we go, in two shakes of a lambs tail, like lambs to the slaughter, into pun-ville!</p>
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<blockquote> <p>I applied to two schools that shared their names with breeds of sheep. Got into one and went for a year and transferred.<<</p> </blockquote>
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<p>You went to Merino State? That's a great school! It was heavily featured both in "Colleges that Changes Sheep's Lives" and "Eating the Hidden Ivy." </p>
<p>I understand that the dorms are so well-appointed that they have Woolite dispensers in all the shower stalls.</p>
<p>LOL coureur</p>
<p>This parent forum is a dangerous place for a little high schooler like me...yall are intense...</p>
<p>^^^"eating the hidden ivy!!!!" LOL!!!</p>
<p>mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy</p>
<p>lefthandofdog - That was a sheep shot at winning this!</p>
<p>I didn't know how to sort through all the junk mail, so decided to go to the next college I heard of. It happened to be one of the satellite campuses of state university. Rationale was that it reportedly had a good business school and I thought I wanted to be an accountant. I changed to liberal arts after one semester in business. Could I have made a better choice? Possibly, even likely. Could I have made better use of the time I was there? Definitely. (Do I sound like Rumsfeld, as portrayed in Doonesbury?) Bottom line-- like most others my choice worked out fine.</p>
<p>I never went anywhere my sister hadn't gone first. Worked great for me...sort of like reading Consumer Reports. Got BS, MA and Ph.D. that way.</p>
<p>One last thing (maybe) - back in my day, we were harmless gambollers - none of this gambling that kids are doing on campus these days.</p>
<p>Lots of breeds of sheep are named after the counties in England where they originated.</p>
<p>I chose Sophia Newcomb back in 1973 because it was far from D.C. and there were 4.5 guys for every girl--which after 4 years in an all girls school seemed like an attractive option.</p>
<p>"I chose Sophia Newcomb back in 1973 because it was far from D.C. and there were 4.5 guys for every girl--which after 4 years in an all girls school seemed like an attractive option."</p>
<p>I was in a girls high school too. I couldn't believe it when the GC sat me down and suggested Smith and Vassar and Bryn Mawr. Yuck! I didn't just want boys, I also wanted a city and something a bit bigger.</p>
<p>Way back when, I applied to a smattering of schools which had nothing in common with each other. Big, small, urban, rural, co-ed, single sex. I was accepted to most of them and chose a small all-women's college in a city. My father couldn't believe that I was choosing to go to a school "without sports teams." I chose the school because a smart older girl in my French class was going there. It worked out just fine. I had a great four years.</p>
<p>I had a HUGE crush on a boy who went out west to college. I didn't go to same school, but headed out west also. I had a fantastic time full of new experiences, new ways of thinking and a different way of life. It certainly broadened my perspective. It turned out really well...I am thankful that I thought he way way cool for heading west!</p>
<p>Hmmm. As I recall, I intended to apply to 6 schools. Ended up with applications at 2 (accepted at both, Kalamazoo and Wells). I had sort of made up my mind that Kalamazoo was where I wanted to be but because mom wanted me to go to Wells, she was procrastinating about sending deposit. I got ambushed one weekend morning. She came into my room at the ungodly hour of 10am or so, and asked "Where do I send the deposit?" Bleary eyed, I picked my head up off the pillow, mumbled something to the effect of "I don't care" and pulled the covers up over my head. The check went to Wells that day.</p>
<p>Way back when, I applied to 2: USC & McGill. I had in the end to chose between a boyfriend (cute French Canadian) and staying closer to home. I chose home. But I was the scourge of my friends since I chose to go to a school in southern California over God's country: the Bay Area. So I did leave home, but a short plane ride away back when PSA was a $12 flight.</p>
<p>I was going to go to our local community college until the day that I had a giant fight with my stepfather. That day caused me to re-evaluate my decision to stay in town, so I got busy applying (in February!) to any school who would take me. Luckily, I had taken the SAT in November (my one and only sitting, lol). My mom let me apply to any school that was located in a city where we had relatives, so that meant LA, San Diego, and San Francisco. I ruled out LA because it was too close to home, so that left Mills College in Oakland and USD in San Diego, both of which were still accepting applications. </p>
<p>I chose USD because their campus was pretty.</p>
<p>I have never looked back. San Diego is a wonderful city, USD was a wonderful school and continues to be a wonderful resource, and I even met my husband shortly after arriving in San Diego. Some things are just meant to be.</p>
<p>Neither of my parents graduated from high school. In fact, my father never even attended high school. They grew up during the Depression and had to work. They had no clue about the college admissions process, financial aid, or scholarships. They had very little income.</p>
<pre><code> I graduated in the top 1% of my class of almost 1000 students back in 1974, having taken all honors, advanced and accelerated college prep courses (no AP in that day, although I did receive some college credit through the university testing program for mathematics). I wasn't even aware that one had to apply to college. I thought students just showed up at their choice school and registered. About five days before applications were due, my GC called me down to his office and asked me where I applied. I answered, “Oh, I was supposed to apply?” Well I told him I wanted to go to the University of Illinois at Champaign-Urbana, mainly because it was our flagship state u and was affordable. (I had received mountains of college brochures but knew my parents could not afford any of the private or out of state schools.) He went to his file drawer, pulled out the office copy of the application and handed it to me saying “fill this out right away, mail it, and call for another copy for my file.” I took it home, filled it out, and the rest is history. I enjoyed every moment of my time at UIUC and graduated with a B.S. in Engineering (which was very unusual for a woman in those days).
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<p>There was more to it than this, but one of the biggest reasons was Michigan's defeat of Ohio State's undefeated football team in 1969 - Bo's defeat of Woody in Bo's first year.</p>
<p>Don't ask me what that had to do with my decision on where to attend college, but it did.</p>
<p>Back in the pre-internet days (70's) my GC and I could only find 3 schools west of the Mississippi that offered merit scholarships. One was "clear off in Texas" .... ironically within local calling of where I now live. One was where my sister went. I was tired of being in her shadow, so I enrolled in the third. It was nice, but my boyfriend (now husband of 30 years) was at the state school, so I transferred - much to Dad's delight.<br>
Winner among my kid's friend's silly decisions was the girl who refused a big scholarship because the school's mascot had a stupid name. Heaven help Evergreen State in WA.... Geoducks must win the "icky" mascot name, especially for those who know what they look like!</p>