<p>I won’t make sweeping generalizations, claim that I am an expert on the topic, or anything of the sort, but the following are highlights of the facts of my own college search. By all accounts, they would seem to support the “crapshoot” view of (elite) college admissions.</p>
<p>For those of you who will take the time to read this, I would like to qualify what will follow by saying that I am a year removed from the process (high school class of 2012). This is not the belligerent rant of someone in the heat of the process (I assure you if I wrote this a year ago it would be much different), but the reflection of someone who is removed from the situation.</p>
<p>I graduated 1st (and was named Valedictorian) in a class of just under 500 students, 32 ACT, 780 Math II, 760 Chemistry, and took the maximum possible number of AP tests for my school (9) with scores of 5 on all but one (APUSH – 4). I captained one varsity sport (volleyball), played another (rugby), and was captain of a community soccer team (the same team I had played on since Jr. High). I had several hundred hours of community service as a mentor for an organization that promotes leadership in underprivileged and at risk high school students, served on the district’s Board of Trustees (alongside the Superintendent, Asst. Super, and five elected Trustees), was Vice Chair of my campus’ School Site Council (the only student to hold the position since the school was opened), and a member of ASB. I was named to Homecoming Court and voted “Most Spirited” by my graduating class. I had stellar letters of recommendation from teachers, counsellors, and the principal. </p>
<p>Despite this, I managed to find myself on the wrong end of decisions (either outright rejections or fruitless wait-list spots) from all of the Ivies, MIT, CalTech, etc. All of the truly elite universities to which I applied had no space for me. I could have attended either Notre Dame or USC, but not with the lucrative scholarships that had originally enticed me to apply to these schools. I accepted a partial academic scholarship to a UC campus (my backup school) where I happily study today. </p>
<p>So, was my college application experience an example of the “crapshoot” that it is becoming? You be the judge. If you think I’m bitter or expected more (by applying to these elite schools) than I deserved, then you are entitled to your opinion and I respect your right to feel that way – I have thought of many things I could have done better, and questioned myself and whether I had a right to expect to be competitive at these schools. </p>
<p>If you find yourself in a similar position to mine, then I have a piece of advice for you. Originally, I felt defeated. I felt like I had been cheated. The schools that people assured me I was destined to choose between, those which counsellors held in front of my nose for years, didn’t even think twice as they passed over my application. Did I let it stop me? No; I used it to fuel me. I knew deep down that I had been slighted, and I set out to put together an undergraduate record so impressive that no graduate program could give my application anything less than serious consideration when the time came, and I am well on track to do this. You don’t care about the specifics, and I don’t care to bore anyone with them. The point is, the fight isn’t over. If you were slighted by the system, then prove it – not with grandiose gestures and scathing letters but with grit and hard work. </p>
<p>And, to anyone who has read this far, a final note to students who are afraid of subjecting themselves to this “crapshoot”. My one true regret, the one thing I sincerely wish I could change about my applications, was the collective body of work that was my essays. I am not ashamed of my writing; I was quite proud of the work I did. However, in retrospect, I realize that I was so worried about being “acceptable” that I subjected my essays to reviewer after reviewer. I can think of times where I was convinced that striking a section, one of which I was proud or found witty, would be beneficial for the essay and my application as a whole. My regret, in all honesty, is that I too often heeded this advice. I do not mean, by any stretch of the imagination, that revisions are unnecessary; quite the opposite. My point is, your essays should be yours, and they should reflect what you want them to reflect – good, bad, ugly or otherwise. They are a reflection of you. Make sure they have personality. A bad essay with personality is better than a technically and stylistically beautiful essay that says nothing. I’m worried that, more often than not, I turned in ones closer to the latter than the former. Strive for individualism and personality. Show them that you’re weird…</p>
<p>The one way to escape the crapshoot is to stand out, and the essays are your best chance to do this.</p>