<p>Our Princeton visit was the worst. The tour groups gathered in some dark basement area (Where there’s a desk which may have been called a welcome center, but I could be wrong about that). A poor girl and her father had obviously come in from somewhere far away on the train and had their luggage with them. No one, not the tour guide or person behind the desk in the basement, offered to store their suitcases somewhere for them, so during the whole tour we heard the “clickety clack” of the wheels on the sidewalk as they lugged them along. Then, the guide kept comparing Princeton’s attributes to Yale’s, and not always completely favorably. We loved how the guide talked at length about some cannon that was no longer there. Lastly, the woman who spoke at the information session was almost a corpse. You got the impression she was going to gather all of her strength to tell you about Princeton and then die immediately afterward. She was monotonous and completely unenthusiastic. I could go on, but I’m scared of the Princeton fans on CC.</p>
<p>Still, my son would go in a heartbeat if he got in. We think this must have been a fluke. The school can’t maintain such a stellar reputation on fumes. Though, had it not been Princeton, we would definitely have crossed it right off his list.</p>