Perhaps you remember when Chickadee figured out what she wanted out of a college and then made it happen, and I was over the moon because not just YAY COLLEGE but also YAY LOOK AT YOU ADULTING and YAY YOU MADE IT and such. It was a time of MANY FEELS, many capital letters, and me randomly getting weepy and saying I AM JUST SO PROUD OF YOU to her at the most inopportune and (one assumes) embarrassing times. I’m sure she loved it.
All of that was very exciting. It remains exciting, actually. If you think I don’t periodically get teary and LOOK AT YOU GO all over again with her, you don’t know me very well. And let us note for the record that she had both her acceptance and her scholarship ahead of the winter break, and I perhaps didn’t appreciate how awesome that was at the time. (This is called foreshadowing.)
So when it came time to start the whole process with Monkey, it was old hat. Right? Right. No biggie. All fine. Nothing to worry about at all. I knew the drill, he required a bit more cajoling all in all, but hey, no problem. I dragged him to Atlanta to visit a campus I thought he’d like and over the course of about two weeks—with the actual campus visit in the middle—he went from, “I just don’t know that I’d be comfortable leaving town” to “I see now why you wanted me to visit” to “I guess I’ll apply” to “That is absolutely my first choice school.” Wonderful! Except! Oh my, so many things had not occurred to me when I had the SO BRILLIANT notion that I would just “introduce” him to this school that would be perfect for him. Allow me to count the ways….
I mentioned before that Monkey is dual-enrolled right now, which means that if he wanted to stay at the university where he currently takes classes, he doesn’t even have to apply again. I think part of what appealed to him so much about “staying here” was the idea that he’d already been accepted and he could skip the senior year angst about college. But NOOOOOO, I had to take him to Giant Nerd University and get his heart set on it because I am a moron. And:
1) GNU doesn’t release Early Acceptance notifications until mid-January (hello, Winter Break filled with uncertainty while thinking back fondly to how this time last year, we already knew Chickie’s results).
2) GNU is actually on the “colleges with the lowest acceptance rates” lists. It’s not as selective as an Ivy (pretty sure the average high school senior has a better chance of being abducted by aliens than getting into Harvard, at this point), but highly selective.
3) Despite every person we encountered during our time touring GNU bringing up “holistic review,” Monkey sat down with their published stats on freshman profiles, compared it to his academic accomplishments, and decided he was going to be accepted. He wasn’t even a little worried. Ever.
4) Due to number 3, above, I became the Designated Worrier because HOLISTIC REVIEW and while I certainly think my kid is not just awesome, but The Most Awesome Ever, I am not on the admissions committee at GNU.
I’m not going to lie to you about this. I could not sleep the night before decisions came out. I tossed. I turned. And not because I thought he wouldn’t get in (I simply didn’t know), or because I thought he MUST get in (I believe in blooming where you’re planted; and if not there, he’d be fine elsewhere), but because hell hath no fury like an Aspie whose assumptions are not met. He wasn’t worried. He was sure he’d be accepted. So what category of hurricane awaited us if he didn’t?
Lucky for us, I never found out. He was accepted to Giant Nerd University, cheerfully shared the news, then went back to what he’d been doing before he checked. Because that’s how he rolls.
Turns out, the second time you have a kid get into college is pretty nifty, too. Maybe his challenges were different than his sister’s, but hey, remember that time we took him to middle school orientation and he hid under a desk? Remember when I decided to homeschool him even though I had no earthly idea what the hell I was doing, because it was clear he simply couldn’t keep doing public school? And remember when he finally went back to public school and I agonized over whether it was the right choice? MAH BAYBEE. Look at him go.
(Honestly, I don’t know how my kids ended up so smart and amazing. Their mother is a basket case.)
Anyway, that’s our college saga. Now everything is a flurry of deposits (HOOBOY, once a college wants you they sure do want your money, all of it, ASAP) and decisions and looking forward to graduation, because in a few short months, Monkey’s off to meet his tribe.
If you, too, are deep in College Decision territory, I have a few new Alpha Mom posts for you. First these’s a post about how to choose which college to attend, once decisions start coming in; you can also (and I wrote this one because It’s That Magical Time) read about how to combat senioritis. It’s an exciting time, it’s a confusing time, and I just want everyone to be safe and happy. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK? It might be. But I’m asking, anyway.