This is it, but it’s always been it
I recently found myself sitting across from my college counsellor, a man who for the last year and a half at my college preparatory school had been a mysterious, allegedly credible collegiate specialist, and was now my only friend on a dark path toward undergrad acceptance.
“You know… from your activity sheet, I get the impression you like reading and writing… a lot,” my college guidance advisor said during our first junior year discussion. He then followed up with a question that readers are all too familiar with—an inquiry that can inspire a range of emotions ranging from dread to zeal, depending on your personality type.
“Who are your favorite authors?”
I stumbled... "Living would be Leyner, dead would be Kerouac, with Rimbaud in small doses,” though I articulated this a bit more awkwardly." He was right about my inclination toward literature, though, and seemed unsurprised when I told him I wished to pursue creative writing.
For the next few months, I attended college meetings with the rest of my junior class, and things were, well, not how I expected them. The college process had always been a kind of abstract “beginning of the end" type deal, but as I diligently filled out my student questionnaires and wrote my petitions for teacher recommendation letters, it didn’t seem all that different from a homework assignment or some other form that needed to be filled out.
Where were the hour-long meetings dedicated to calculating my GPA? Where were the filled up whiteboards that traced my eligibility to attend certain schools? Why was I not feeling absolutely stressed? Why was I stressed about not being stressed? Whatever visions I had of the college process, they seemed to be rather far from reality. If this was the “end,” it certainly didn’t feel like it.
What I did realize at a certain point is that while the beginning of the college application process is “it,” it’s always kind of been “it.” The process is really just a continuation of all the processes I’ve been going through during my Upper School years at Ranney. All those nights spent memorizing vocabulary lists, editing essays and trying to understand pre-calculus had come and gone. The grades I’d be sending in with my applications had been attained long before I met my college guidance advisor, Dr. Accrocco, and the teachers who would write my recommendations already knew who I was and what I was like. Really, I’ve been preparing for college my entire high school career up to this point.
When the summer ends and I return to school as a senior, the college process will likely have a set of new challenges, but I’m no longer worried. I find it hard to justify such anxiety.
I have Dr. Accrocco, whose stories make me not only laugh but also realize that not every kid is a rocket ship-building genius, and whose very existence is a testament to the fact that thousands of kids (some of them probably a lot like me) have gotten into college without the world ending.