<p>I was furious and confused when my daughter was waitlisted by my alma mater. What stung the very most was seeing who from her class was admitted. </p>
<p>On objective, irrefutable measures to which I was privy [GPA (known through Cum Laude honor society), other honor society memberships/scholastic awards, National Merit, AP Scholar awards, ECs, athletic/service involvement etc.) my daughter was undeniably superior to several classmates who were admitted. One girl in particular was downright dull. We could not for the life of us figure out why she was admitted to this selective university, and freshman year was given a SINGLE dorm room (unheard of at this particular place) until we learned her mother works for the university (accounting) and reports directly to the president. </p>
<p>Four or five other lesser-qualified students from her class were also admitted and enrolled. All were full-pay; we needed financial aid. </p>
<p>Strangely, though, my daughter subsequently received a letter from them, encouraging her to consider transferring to their school if she was not happy at the college she chose to attend. I thought that was really odd. How exactly would she be more acceptable to them later on? Given all she had achieved, if she hadn’t impressed them coming from HS, I can’t imagine what she could do freshman year in college that would be any more impressive to the admissions committee. </p>
<p>So, yes, I was angry and I moped. I called the admissions office for an explanation. I was told I would be contacted, and wasn’t. I called back, was told the same thing, and was never called. I emailed the admissions director for my region, never got a reply. </p>
<p>Until these experiences, I had felt a warm tie to my college, wore my sweatshirt proudly, treasured my memories and educational experiences. After the way we were treated, I was just not feeling the love anymore. No, I won’t ever give them another penny of my money.</p>