A College Rejection Might Be Just What Your Teen Needs

“Where are you going to college?” I ask every high school senior I’ve ever met.

More often than not, I get a shrug.

I ask my son, “Where is Julian going to college?”

I get a shrug.

“How about Yani? She’s smart. Where’s she going?

I get a shrug.

“You don’t know or you don’t want to talk about it?” I ask.

My son says his friends don’t talk about college. They don’t talk about where they’ve applied or where they’ve been accepted.

And they certainly don’t talk about where they get rejected.

What a college rejection feels like

My spouse and I drove up to New Haven to meet one of our favorite friends and see her daughter who was starring in a play at Yale.

It was a well-acted, thought-provoking performance that had it all – violence, humor, nudity, deep themes and dead babies.

Afterwards, as we were eating blackened catfish in one of the cavernously-comfortable, wood-paneled dining halls, my conviction that there’s nothing better than college was reinforced.

Surrounded, and yes, intimidated by some of the smartest students in the world, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky these kids are.

And I don’t mean lucky just because they’re at Yale, but lucky to be college students with their whole lives yet to unfold.

College is the time to bury the high school version of yourself that you didn’t like. To do, join, and be whatever and whoever you want. You find yourself in an idyllic world, bound together for four whole years with thousands of other open-minded young adults.

Some will share your beliefs, some will astound you with their lack of conviction, and others will inspire you with their insights and opinions.

You will learn to live in close quarters with people you may not like.

But you will also make the best friends of your life, and you’ll keep them for life.

You will learn why your mother always separated the reds from the whites and didn’t throw all your clothes in one washer to save time.

You will learn to watch what you eat and how much you drink because it will catch up with you when you least expect it.

You will learn that it’s him, not you, when he doesn’t call in the morning.

And you will learn who to embrace and how to let go.

You learn how to learn.

In college, you learn to take chances.

You audition for the play even though you’ve never acted before and land a challenging part in which you get to drop your drawers on stage.

You join an intramural basketball team because you were afraid to try out in high school and realize you’re not so bad after all.

You take a cake course in Philosophy and find out that deep thinking is a lot harder than you thought it would be.

And a lot more reading.

As I looked around the dining hall, I realized that there were thousands of kids out there nursing broken hearts, after receiving college rejection letters.

I know how those kids feel.

Because I was one of them.

My friend Claire says I am a college snob.

There’s a bit of truth to that, though I’m the first to admit I went to a college with an 83% acceptance rate.

And then transferred to one with an 85% acceptance rate.

That means, that’s how many get in. Not get rejected.

My friend Jean thinks it’s absolutely absurd that I let my kids go 500 miles away to school, let alone 3000.

Jenn only has one kid so when he fell in love with an expensive private school in Connecticut, she made it work.

My friend Angela insists on a good balance of basketball and academics and Theresa, well she doesn’t bother to voice an opinion because her kid does whatever he wants no matter what she thinks.

And every one of them is right.

“So, what about Jaelin? Did he get into Florida?” I ask.

“I don’t know, Mom. What do you care?”

I shrug.

But I do care.

And while I believe every kid should go to the best college they can get into, there are all kinds of reasons why that won’t happen.

And so, it’s important to remember that where you go to college is not a direct reflection of who you are.

That going to Stanford or Amherst doesn’t guarantee you success any more than going to a school with an 85% acceptance rate guarantees you failure.

It’s all what you make of where you go; whether it’s an Ivy, a state school or a community college.

When I got turned down by Wake Forest, I couldn’t see beyond the rejection as I ran sobbing to my room. I threw my arms around my Great Dane, Ludwig’s, neck and wailed to, “What Becomes of the Broken-Hearted,” as the record spun round and round and round on my turntable.

But, the cloud lifted and I started looking at my options.

And in that new light the dorms at Shippensburg didn’t look so dingy.

The kids didn’t look so creepy.

And I found a friend who knew someone who went there and love, love, loved it.

Slowly, but surely, I realized that though it wasn’t the path I had planned to take, it wasn’t the end of the journey.

It was just the beginning.

And that the only thing to do was to take a step into the future and tackle it.

One semester at a time.


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About Betsy Voreacos

Betsy Voreacos lives with her somewhat Grown and Flown family in a diverse and culturally-rich town a stone’s throw from Manhattan. An overly-involved mother of three active children, Betsy has always been acutely aware of her shortcomings as a parent, not to mention those of her children. A freelance writer and blogger, she documents her life in the brutally honest OldMiniVansDieHard.

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