<p>These waiting lists are emotionally and psychically taxing. If indeed it is true that there were only 10 waitlist spots for the class 2013, and it has been over 2 weeks since the admissions office started filling them, the odds seem unpromising by now for my daughter. Rats. Haverford was the one place where she had that “falling-in-love-with-this-community” feeling when she toured. I easily understand why. She would accept an offer in a flash if one came this summer, but that looks like a heck of a long shot by now.
Oh, the sting of unrequited love. Would it have made a difference if she had gushed uncharacteristically on her essay? Did it send an unintended signal when grandparental medical issues prevented her follow-up return trip for an interview? Are French, Latin, flute, piano, and theater not exotic enough passions to be eye-catching in this applicant pool? I don’t suppose we’ll ever know the reasons. Who among us on the outside can fully fathom the inscrutable ways of an admissions committee? Alas.</p>