<p>Or Hamilton, Middlebury, and Colgate. Take your pick of titles. </p>
<p>I am really not ready to post as I came home Wednesday to a life in crisis , my own. It appears I left in such a hurry I left the iron on and the dogs without water (figuratively). Something I will not let happen again.</p>
<p>O.K. Now that I have managed to extricate myself from the hairshirt I was wearing, on to the trip.</p>
<p>Middlebury on a Sunday for an extended drive-by. Wonderful. High in the low 70’s and beautiful beyond a flatlander’s ability to convey. A campus straight out of their picturebook (not always the case). Facilities beyond reproach. Watched a blue and white game of football in what has to be the most engaging and delightful ballfield anywhere. The stands face the mountains to the east, as opposed to the mountains to the west, and D commented that she wondered if anyone ever watched the game. It was a very intoxicating view and we sat there for the last half mesmerized. The athletic facilities were top-notch D3 BUT it did seem that the emphasis was on swimming and diving, and hockey as opposed to women’s basketball-the sport of royalty;).</p>
<p>The town was wonderful, with great venues to separate tourists and students and parents from their wallets, but I fear the touristy parts may grow wearisome after a time for the students. Much like Wm and Mary and Williamsburg, though not to that extent.The town is a winding 45 miles from Burlington to the north and a more winding trip south an hour and a half to Saratoga Springs. At least on this Sunday, it was. The students did not appear to want for anything in Middlebury.</p>
<p>The student body was more Grinnell than Wash U. More Colgate than either. Well-scrubbed outdoorsy counterculture prep kids, “trust-afarian” as some wag once described students of the type, mixed with full preps and the internationals and the need based scholarship kids. I’m not meaning to be critical, I’m trying to be descriptive. As those who have read my Grinnell comments will know, I felt more at home than my daughter did. I’m sticking with Colgate meets Grinnell. Not at all unappealing to me. I really thought the school was beautiful and the kids were engagingly different. Daughter was more unsure but willing to consider it.</p>
<p>Hamilton. We may have a disconnect here. The school was everything we could have wanted. Inspiring coach. Great and friendly team. Excellent facilities , though not on a par with Midd. Cute, far less touristy town. Not remote at all. (We both rolled with laughter when we saw Utica clearly out our window at the Bristol Center. Remote? Yeah, right.) The students were outstanding. Great mix of preps, and trustafarians, and New Yorkers, and scholarship kids, and internationals…you get the idea. Appeared to have a fair number of non-wealthy kids. Maybe even a couple of middle class kids. Happy kids. Proud kids, happy with their choice. Admissions and the bball girls and the coach made her feel special and wanted. Made it seem possible to attend.</p>
<p>Therein lies the rub. I think D really thinks that she could go there so she has adopted a hyper critical eye. Distance from her likely soph abode to the gym. Kirkland exteriors. Too many in-state kids. A wise realtor once told me that the person who buys our house won’t be the one oohing and aahhing over the beauty of the brickwork and the jewel -like colors of the walls. They’ll be the ones complaining that they don’t think they can live with that dishwasher and bemoaning the lack of a fully floored attic. She was right and I wonder if that is what is happening with my kid. She’s looking at how this college would “live” for 4 years. Any insight anyone? I’d be very pleased if it ended up as her choice. </p>
<p>Colgate. Goodness. Fairy-tale college. Most beautiful buildings, well put together. Uniformly excellent. Not Midd in setting, but much better planned out . (Midd and Ham are both kind of sprawling). Literally too good to be true. D was very impressed with the tour, loved the town, her interviewer , the kids she met and talked to. My what a lonely place to be if you didn’t fit in. I would insist that she overnight with her hypercritical glasses on so that she can be sure some of what I felt wasn’t accurate. (I felt that I was out of place. Watching my syntax. Checking my teeth for residual broccoli. Wishing I had worn nicer shoes to the club.) Darling D felt none of it. Thought the kids were the happiest, best adjusted she had seen. “Everybody just stopped and talked to me and exclaimed what a great place it was and how I should come here.” I was still checking my teeth for broccoli as we left.</p>
<p>Feel free to P.M. me with specific questions that you may have. I’ll do my best.</p>