<p>Well, I don’t know how your high school counselors work, but most people at my school believe ours don’t know their left foot from their right. They like to think they know everything about us and our futures, when they really have no clue. Personally, I’d heard of Stanford YEARS before I’d heard of Dartmouth (and I’m from WI).</p>
<p>I would have asked the counselor where SHE went to school. Then gone, “Huh…where’s that again?” After she answered, I’d have paused for a really uncomfortable minute or so and said, “So…that’s…nice…” Then I’d leave. And then when I went to school the next fall, I’d send her a Stanford sweatshirt and with a postcard that said, “Wish you were here! Thanks for all your help and giving me the confidence to chase my dreams!”</p>
<p>Of course, she’d probably miss the sarcasm.</p>
<p>Actually, I would never do that because I lack the guts, but it’s fun to think about it. If you want to, though, more power to you!</p>