I won’t keep you in suspense: my daughter got deferred from her college of choice. Deferred meaning that she is still in the running but will not find out her fate till approximately March 29.
She’s taking the news better than I am though. I began to have a panic attack at about 6:45, fifteen minutes before the emails would be sent out. At 6:45 my daughter was working the lights at her schools Winter Concert- she didn’t check her portal till 7:30. (which was harrowing on my nerves- just ask my friend who was texting me during those forty five minutes when I was laying on my couch in agony.)
Alas- the news for the rest of her classmates went something like this:
36 on ACT- Deferred
Spent summers doing research at elite science school- Deferred
All 5’s on AP exams- Deferred
Student Council President- Denied
Won Nobel Prize- Deferred (OK- I’m kidding on that one, but you get the idea)
And my Daughter, the rest of her classmates: they understand the risk of applying to highly selective schools. They realize that by applying ED or EA restrictive they are limiting their chances to get into other schools. They are smart enough to know what 13% acceptance rate means. They are smart enough to know that they have chosen one school above all others.
Yet they go for it anyway.
And this weekend, instead of going to see Holiday decorations like we had planned, my Daughter will be dotting the I’s and crossing the T’s on the rest of her applications (which are 99% completed) and hitting the button on the computer that simply states “Submit Application”. But she also knows that the remaining schools on her list are now even more difficult to get into, because they already filled many of their spots. And they now know that they are second choice. Or third choice. Or…
Some of you are thinking; Boo hoo- they didn’t get into the college they wanted. And I get that thought: in the scheme of all the things that could go wrong, really, that’s a blip.
But it doesn’t mean that it hurts any less.
So this deferment is just another item to the list of things that didn’t go her way. And there will be many more of these to follow. And hopefully she will always have the strength to be a little sad, but just pick herself up and dust herself off and get on with it.
And I get to proofread more ^&%$# essays…..