Oh, c’mon, really? Is that what it’s like at elite schools? Just kids torturing themselves?
Disclaimer: I make no money, but by ‘College Confidential’ standards, I am the real winner. My first born child was accepted to Stanford, and because I make no money, he practically goes for free on need-based aid.
When he comes home, he sits lonely in his upstairs room, struggling to study for finals, or prepare for next term’s courses. He has no friends…none. He tells me that at school he gets up, goes to class, studies, eats, studies, goes to class, studies, eats, studies and then sleeps maybe a few hours. The next day, repeat. But I know that he will get into the Top 10 grad school. Because you know, it’s all about the ranking of the school where you get your last degree from.
I am a bit envious of his former high school friends when they come home, and are out picking daisies, or shopping, with the friends they made at Birmingham Southern, or Sewanee, or Rhodes, or wherever they went where the students are real, unstressed, in it for the right reasons, and just have a zest for life and a thirst for learning and are not in it for jobs, money, power, prestige. Did I say they were in it for the right reasons? Because they know they’ll get into a Top 10 grad school, because you know, it’s all about the ranking of the school where you get your last degree from. And to think of all those fools who are trying to get into Harvard undergrad, when it’s really about getting into Harvard grad/med/b-school. Because it’s the ranking of the institution where you get your last degree from. I just know all these kids from those LAC schools will make it into top 10 or 20 graduate programs. Because rankings really don’t matter. Being in a state honors college matters, not just a state school, but rankings don’t matter.
The last time I was at the Farm, although the day was bright and sunny, as it usually is in California, there seemed to be a cloud over the campus. It just seemed dreary and dull. Students walking alone muttering strange formulas to themselves, their eyes downcast, no one making eye contact. Sad, really.