My mom took me to visit Harvard on Friday. And it was cruel, because now I'm in love with a school that has a 7% acceptance rate out of the most impressive pool of applicants in the nation.
But they also have universal, unlimited meal plans, with a cafeteria in every "house" and a half-vegan menu. Ample ground for unrequited love.
My college selection process has been mostly arbitrary and based on three major criterion: 1) location, 2) cost, and 3) meal plan. Hence, you see why Harvard is so attractive to frugal Bostonite foodie me, besides the whole ah-it's-freaking-Harvard factor. However, this has thrown a wrench in my whole college list drafting process.
My mom and I were talking about Grove City and Hillsdale today. "They're surrounded by corn fields," I moaned, "And they're a horrific drive away." My mom found the bright side, of course, "Mr. Cobb says Grove City has a beautiful campus, and you have friends at both schools." I stuttered something about them being conservative schools, to which my mom pointed out I was mostly a conservative anyway. Oh, right. Drat.
I examined some other possibilities, "There's always UMass Dartmouth." And my mom laughed at me, "A party school where the tuition is twice the price for out-of-staters? Why?" I mention Boston College and the College of William & Mary, but, well, these are expensive. "Further," my mom points out, "You're not even Catholic. You just wanna go to BC cos Karen Kovaka and Emily Shorey went there, eh?" I tell you, I am verbally slapped with so many sheeple generalizations in my home . . . !
It seems I won't be getting into college at all, not just because of my scattered academic record, but also because I just can't decide where to apply! At this rate, it looks like I'll end up at URI. And I'm okay with that, truly. It's just not very inspiring. But, yeah, life isn't glamorous, and if a Rhode Island state school is where I end up, hey, I'm okay with that.
But my mom keeps talking about an end goal, that it doesn't matter what school I go to as long as it gets me to my end goal. That sounds good, yeah, I can be content just about anywhere. [Anywhere that features an area in which I can thrive, and decent food.] My problem, however, is that I don't know what my end goal is. I don't have one, and even worse, I'm okay with not having one. How is that supposed to comfort me in the college selection process?!
In just three months the applications will be sent and the decision will be out of my hands . . . I'll end up at the least expensive school that'll take me. How's that for decisive?
Blah. I wanna go to Harvard.