In high school, my friends and I were all about college. We researched colleges all over the nation trying to decide what to do with the next four years of our lives. Yeah, four years. We never really considered community college, automatically assuming we were “above” a two year college. Even state schools were a safety, if we even applied to them. We wanted to get into the most prestigious university possible. The smaller the acceptance rate, the better. My friends aimed for colleges like USC, UCLA, NYU, MIT, Harvard, Northwestern, the UCs, and various small, top tier liberal arts colleges. To impress the admissions office, we took Honors, APs, and more math and science classes than we would have liked. We took extra classes during the summer, volunteered, played sports, joined the yearbook or newspaper, marched with band or orchestra, participated in unique extra curricular activities, founded clubs, studied, and did our homework. We complained about our above average grades because surely no decent college would accept us with our less than perfect report card. We spent hours working on our college applications, writing and editing our college admission essays, asking teachers for recommendation letters, and stressing over our futures.
I didn’t realize until I joined AmeriCorps that this wasn’t what every high school student went through, that this wasn’t always normal.
Most people I’ve met here went to a community college or are planning on doing so next year. Others went to schools with acceptance rates well over 50%, and very few actually went to prestigious universities. A year ago, I was in the mindset that a school wasn’t good enough if it didn’t reject more applicants than it accepted, but you know what? I’ve met so many amazing people who had amazing college experiences. Prestige was never a priority. One girl recently got accepted to Evergreen State University in Washington. She was jumping up and down in excitement, sharing the good news. Its acceptance rate? 95%. Another girl ran yelling down the halls after being accepted to Southern Oregon State. That school’s percentage isn’t even reported, and us CollegeBoard junkies know that that means it’s not very low. But these girls didn’t care, and I envied that.
My top college was tiny and unknown, and with its acceptance rate of 39%, I was absolutely convinced I wouldn’t get in. There was no way I was going to a CSU or community college. I just felt so above them. I applied to AmeriCorps, partly just so I wouldn’t have to go to a safety school and would have something else to put on my application for the following year in the likelihood that I would get rejected. I ended up being accepted, which blew my mind, but I deferred and joined AmeriCorps anyway. To sum up that experience, I just tell people, “I didn’t think I’d get accepted to college, but, crazy enough, I was!” That statement is always met with blank faces. I’m so used to people understanding that the word “college” implies prestige, so I probably just sound like an idiot, saying that I didn’t expect to be accepted to college. It’s actually quite embarrassing to sound that self-deprecating and stupid.
I’m still really excited about starting college this fall, and I am hopeful that it will be a good match for me. But I wish I had met some of these community college/state university people during my college-panic months. I wish I had known that prestige isn’t everything, that a college experience can be just as amazing no matter what the acceptance rate is or how high its rated by US News & World Report. I wish my bubble had been expanded and I wish I hadn’t cared so much about the stupid number next to that percent sign.