<p>I don’t know if the outcome would have been different – kids like me still get admitted to HYP, as far as I can tell – but the experience would have been vastly different. I really don’t remember any significant anxiety applying to college. I was the clear best student at a school that reliably sent 3-4 kids to each of Harvard and Yale (and Dartmouth, Cornell, Penn) every year (more to places like Williams, Amherst, Hamilton, and a smattering to Princeton, MIT, and Brown). </p>
<p>I only applied to two colleges, at one of which I had twenty-something family members to whom I was close who were alumni or current students, something that mattered then. My school sent my transcript to a third college, which sent me the equivalent of a “likely” letter and told me I didn’t have to bother writing any essays but I did have to sign an application. My best friend only applied to two colleges, too, and he wasn’t close to the best student, just the best “student-athlete” – something much admired then, although he was nowhere near good enough to get recruited at an Ivy level. Anyway, based on geography and other considerations, there were only three colleges my parents were willing to let me consider, and in their hearts there was really only one. The little anxiety I had came from having to convince them and my other relatives that the OTHER one, my choice, was really OK.</p>
<p>Although, like mathmom, I only had two years of science in high school, and we had no “AP” courses (I did take some of the exams, all but one long after the admission season was over), I had generally done a lot of the things that smart kids do today to stand out: lots of academic challenge, travel, ECs, one college course in 11th grade, wrote and produced a play, gotten good test scores . . . All of which would have meant that, like my kids, I would have been sweating through some strategic portfolio of applications and ED/EA dilemmas.</p>
<p>I would get into some colleges and get rejected (maybe “waitlisted”) at others. I would cross my fingers and hope that one of my “reaches” came through for me. Maybe it would.</p>