Today I called Yale with a college admissions question because I wanted an honest answer that didn't come from a school I'm applying to. For some reason, hearing the answer I absolutely dread from a college I entirely adore would be far worse than getting the same response from one that I'm indifferent to. So I called Yale. And I was halfway through my question when the secretary of the Admissions Office said, "Okay so I'm just going to connect you to an officer..." So I sucked in my breath and waited until I heard a new voice and then I let it out for a second time, and after a good fifteen seconds of silence I heard,
"Welllllll I wouldn't consider two B+s a huge deal if you've never gotten them before...of course we will take it into consideration that your grades dropped...and there's really no excuse."
Of course there's not.
Perfection is a given, not a distinguishing attribute.
And that, my friends, is why I didn't apply to Yale.
I thanked her and hung up the phone, content at the very least with the fact that I now have one less invisible application to stress over.