Waiting…

We are waiting. Waiting for letters/emails. Word. Wondering: did she get in?

This is the week we start finding out which schools have accepted my daughter. It’s awful to think how much of her future depends on this. Not all of it, but enough to make a big difference. So the stress is here, and the headaches and stomach upsets and the interrupted sleep that goes with it. Getting into a “good” school is so highly valued, especially by later employers, that it really is a concern. But, even if that were not a factor, there is the social value. Will she get to where the “I got into a Good School” badge? Or will she be hanging her head, feeling like a failure?

I try to ignore the status symbol game, but unfortunately you can’t. As I said, it can matter for getting a job, and those definitely come in handy. Our value as a person depends on what’s on the paper. The CV, resume, college transcript, or alphabet soup after your name are what recommend you. Not how nice a person you are, whether you can be kind to others even when you’re hungry or in pain, or how many times you’ve shoveled your elderly neighbor’s walk. That says a lot about you, but not enough. Not “out in the world”.

Well, good luck, kiddo.  I’ll be happy with whatever makes you happy.