For some parents, college acceptance approaches the culmination of every single parenting choice ever made. It can seem the ultimate goal, the ROI of parenthood, the final gold award and the epitome of a parenting job well done.
Fed up with my moping, my mom told me, "you deserve to go to a place that wants you." She was absolutely right, there's no good that comes from pining after someone or something that doesn't reciprocate.
With some of the most competitive schools in the country, such as UCLA, UC Berkeley, and NYU, all receiving over 40,000 applications each year, there is clear pressure for applicants to stand out, and the personal essay is often the time to do so.
We are now in the meanest time of a high school senior's life. A few weeks ago they had to commit to a college and by now, word has trickled out about who is going where, who got in where, and more importantly, who didn't get to go where they wanted.
I don't think it should matter so much how extraordinary our lives are at 21, so long as we collect as many of those delusional little moments of focus when, briefly, you feel like the whole mess of it all somehow makes complete sense.
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines senioritis as "an ebbing of motivation and effort by school seniors as evidenced by tardiness, absences, and lower grades." Sound familiar? Here are a few ideas for staying on track and completing high school in good standing.
There is a popular (though not-so-new) trend among high school seniors wherein, following one student's acceptance at a highly selective school, fellow peers will attempt to figure out the reasons behind the acceptance.
As a new college president, and the parent of two college-age children, I've been there. The flurry of information coming your way probably feels like a maelstrom, and you might fear that your child's entire future rests on this one decision.
With all of the hype about college nowadays, it may be hard for you to believe there's much more that matters more. But I'm willing to give you my first-born child if I'm wrong. (And no, unlike my parents, I won't be reading my first-born Princeton's Review in the womb.)
Graduation is right around the corner and this is certainly not the time to mess up all the hard work I have put into school my whole life. You can almost taste it; just keep pushing on. The finish line is right ahead!
I have now realized that there is absolutely nothing I can do about my college stress until that ever-so-far-away day in March when I find out where I've been accepted. If you're like me, maybe this will help.
Over the next month or so, letters of acceptance will be in the mailboxes and inboxes of millions of anxious college-bound seniors and returning adults across the country, which means decision making is in full swing from now until May 1st.
How do you stop annoying, also known as mothering, a daughter you've loved for 18 years? The one you affectionately called "sweetie?" How do you ever get used to the empty seat at the dinner table once she's gone?
After four years of choosing the right classes, joining the right teams, trying to get leadership positions, waking up early on Saturday mornings to do community service and finally opening up the email that holds the decision, it's all over.
We did a lot that weekend: went on a campus tour, hung out downtown, ate pizza at Giordano's and hot dogs at Portillo's, hung out in the student lounge, and walked along the lake. Everything just seemed so amazing. I could see myself there doing all of it as a freshman.
Getting accepted by Penn was an affirmation of all the effort I put into this process. And even though I've always thought it is the all-around perfect college for me, being put on the wait list gave me time to really consider the other schools I got into.