Hometown: Robbinsville, NJ
High School: Public
GPA: 3.8/4.2 (weighted)
Major: Environmental science
Goal: Meet new people and make connections
Twenty-six college visits, 18 applications, GPAs, test scores, acceptance rates—it felt like getting into college was all about the numbers. And, in the end, most of my admissions decisions were statistically predicable—except for one.
My parents raised me with the notion that education is one of the most important things in life, and that a good college means success. So I wanted to aim for the best education possible. I applied to colleges based on their high academic standing, especially in the sciences. And, because I'm a rower, I looked for schools with Division I crew teams.
The Ivy League schools were very high on my list, as were other top-ranked schools like Georgetown and Duke. I didn't feel that I had the most stellar achievements and grades, but I felt good about my test scores. I had also challenged myself throughout high school to take the highest level courses possible, while also balancing extracurriculars such as Girl Scouts, competitive piano, and most of all, crew. I hoped at least one of my favorite colleges would see that I worked extremely hard.
I was prepared to be rejected from all my reach schools, so I didn't want to get my hopes up about any of them, and I tried not to have a clear favorite. But Yale was probably my top choice. I just felt the most at home there. I also really liked UC Berkeley from the second I set foot on campus. I loved not only the aesthetic beauty but the rich history and prestige of the university, as well as the school spirit.
When my admissions decisions started to arrive, I wasn't surprised. I was getting accepted into the colleges for which I had above average test scores, and rejected from those I did not. I was denied from all the Ivies. On the bright side, I was accepted to many other schools I liked. I was seriously considering Rutgers. It was only 30 minutes from home, had good programs in my major, and was relatively inexpensive compared the other schools I got into. Plus it had a great women's crew team.
On the morning of my 18th birthday, I woke up, looked at my phone, and saw an email from UC Berkeley telling me to check my student portal for my admissions decision. I was fairly certain it was a denial because my numbers weren't above their published averages. I logged in and digital confetti rained down my phone screen—revealing an acceptance letter! I was so surprised! I immediately texted my parents, who were away at the time, as well as all my closest friends.
I considered both Rutgers and Cal for a while, but in the end, the specific academic programs and resources at Cal won me over. Plus, its women's crew team is #1 in the nation. Cal brings together all of my interests beautifully. Go Bears!
Since I completed 18 applications, I experienced a lot of stress and sometimes emotional breakdowns. Physically, I lost a lot of weight and felt very tired. The most stress came when I had several application deadlines approaching at once and knew that if I wanted to apply, I had to finish them.
Surrounding myself with close friends was a huge help. My best friends and my boyfriend comforted me and kept me sane. They all shared in my excitement when I was accepted to Cal, which felt great, as did knowing that some of my stress had paid off.
It's okay to take risks in your essays and explore your failures. For example, for my essay, I chose to write about the mistakes I made during a race that caused me to crash my boat and almost become disqualified. Because I was applying to schools with top crew teams, I felt I was taking a risk with this topic. But through the essay I was able to discover (and explain) how the event helped shape me as a person.
I did not receive any financial aid from Berkeley. I will be paying for college with loans.
Stay realistic about your chances of acceptance when applying to highly selective schools. Don't doubt yourself, but don't get your hopes up. Being pleasantly surprised is definitely better than being let down.