<p>You know, I don’t remember. It was eight years ago now, and my daughter’s first choice was Barnard so she wasn’t really perturbed by the rejection letters, although she did appreciate the wonderful letter from Brown.</p>
<p>And my S still did apply to Vassar later on.</p>
<p>It may surprise folks here to hear that three years ago in a poll taken by travel agents and their clients from all over the world NYC was voted friendliest city.</p>
<p>I was astonished, but then I also think Parisians are fine.</p>
<p>I have seen NY’ers approach tourists with subway maps to give directions. </p>
<p>In Paris as a single middle-aged woman I have been given the best table in an upscale restaurant.</p>
<p>However, in West Virginia I have been in situations when all questions were addressed to my husband, including how much sugar I wanted when we were in the general store. I’m sure the proprietor didn’t experience that as rude, but I sure did. Had I made a fuss I would have been viewed as rude so I decided against it.</p>
<p>Mores are different in different places. (Please see my accent.) </p>
<p>As for the letter – there is nothing wrong with wishing that Barnard’s letter writer had had a lighter touch. And feeling hurt goes with the territory of rejections. However, I don’t think anything was meant by awkward wording.</p>
<p>My worst rejection was a letter full of praise for a novel that a publishing house declined to publish. The praise was kind and I have used it to interest agents, so I thank the writer, but getting so close but no cigar cut me more deeply than the simple form letters.</p>
<p>However, the writer could not have known this.</p>
<p>To the OP, please tell us where you daughter will attend so we can celebrate her accomplishment. </p>
<p>One thing I have learned from sending two kids through college, is that the kid is the magic ingredient and not the college. When my S stumbled his elite school was no consolation; his subsequent successes have been from his own realistic, hard work.</p>
<p>I got offered an Ivy acceptance to grad school (I didn’t take it for various reasons, mostly being too naive about the clout it would have given me) from a very lack luster public.</p>
<p>The kid’s the cake, the school just the frosting.</p>
<p>Or paraphrasing Lily Tomlin (or actually Jane Wagner, the writer) in her play SEARCH FOR INTELLIGENT LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE: The school’s the soup, the kid’s the art.</p>
<p>She had two cans of Campbell’s suit, and in a play on Warhol’s painting of a soup can, she shuffled them repeatedly, chanting, “soup/art, soup/art,” and concluded: The play’s the soup, the audience is the art." I cried.</p>
<p>So tell your daughters that whichever school she attends she can get to where she wants to go from there and that all roads start from her.</p>