Prayer for the SAT

Here is a powerful, non-denominational prayer for those who wish to do well on the SAT Exams tomorrow.  This can be recited aloud in the car on the way to the exam, or silently between sections.

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On this occasion of my (first, second, third) sitting for the SAT exams, I beseech the Almighty College Board to look over me and protect me from mis-bubbling.  Grant me the strength to avoid the Passive Voice in my essay.  Give me the focus to remember the properties of an f(x) = ax² +bx + c function, as well as the meaning of paucity.  May I stay awake through the Critical Reading section, even if I get a passage about the process of refining rice husks for Tibetan wax statues.  Bless my #2 pencils and protect their points; let me be forever grateful that they are not #1s nor #3s.  Save me from realizing at 4:00 AM on the morning of the test that I have left my TI-83 Calculator in the trunk of a friend’s car.  O College Board, provide me with the will to resist temptation if my classmates invite me to spend the night before the exam partying in a hot tub, as came to pass in an episode of The Gossip Girls. (Kaplan 119:9, 16)

 

All Roads Lead to Wesleyan

Many of you have asked which schools I will be visiting with our son GC on our ten-day, nine-state tour.  I cannot yet reveal that list because every day there is minor tweaking and/or major restructuring.  But I can tell you that we will be paying a visit to Wesleyan University in Middletown, CT. 

Wesleyan is quite different from most of the other colleges that GC is checking out.  In fact he added it to his list only because I insisted that he visit one small liberal arts school.  At first he resisted because he thinks he probably wants a larger university on a campus with big time sports.  But now that we have planned his Wes visit, he's actually looking forward to spending a night in the dorms with a freshman pal from camp and attending a Terrorism class with a junor family friend.

Maybe he'll like Wesleyan.  But that would be a problem, because I have just discovered that ALL the other juniors in his school are also headed there to check it out.  Last night, at the grade level pot luck, I had the occasion to speak to at least 30-40 parents about college tours.  And, no matter what sort of qualifications and passions their kids have, every single one is considering Wesleyan. 

Here are some of their tour itineraries:

1. Harvard – Brandeis – Yale – Tufts – Brown – Wesleyan

2. Oberlin – Kenyon – Sarah Lawrence – Vassar – Wesleyan

3. Banard – Bard – Skidmore – RISD – Wesleyan

Those all make a lot of sense.  But the lists of others got weirder and weirder.

4. Wisconsin – Indiana – Syracuse – Lehigh – Wesleyan

and even:

5. SMU - Texas A&M - Notre Dame – U.S. Naval Academy – Wesleyan

Can anyone enlighten me?  Why do 90% of the students in our school have Wes on their lists? 

Could it be the clothing-optional dorm?  That's so 2002. 

 

Deja U

I am pleased to report that after three straight weeks of 24/7 planning, I have finalized arrangements to embark on a whole new spring break college tour, this time with our younger son, GC (Good Conversationalist). 

Figuring out the logistics was a full-time job: There was laughter as we read between the lines of the Fiske Guide.  There were tears of frustration when GC announced that he had a commitment at home on the day I had reserved our first visit. There was anxiety when I looked up the schools on his list on Naviance – although he has a balance of urban, rural, D1, D3, public and private, he is visiting mostly reaches, super-reaches and crapshoots.  There were angry phone calls to Thrifty, with pleas for reduced drop-off fees.  Then, finally, after a meeting with the dean, we utilized two Delta mileage awards, purchased four changeable Southwest "wanna-get-away" fares, booked several hotels with Hilton Honors points, and memorized countless Amtrak and Bolt Bus schedules.

Have I ever mentioned that our two sons are very different?   CJ, the elder, is a gifted mathematician/sports fanatic/fratstar who probably could not name the governor of the state where he goes to school.  GC, the younger, is a compulsive newshound/indie rock fan/quasi-intellectual who brings up issues at the dinner table like "Do you think ten years from now there will still be such a thing as countries?" 

One would imagine that the two would have completely different college lists.  One would expect that GC would want to check out schools like Reed or the University of Chicago.  But somehow, because of his desire for a classic college experience, we have ended up with an shockingly similar itinerary for Child #2.  Other than the omission of the four schools we saw (in one day) in upstate New York, we are going to many of same places of higher learning that I visited with CJ three years ago – During our ten-day expedition, I will be a repeat visitor at all but two universities. 

But there are other significant changes.  Because GC hates to get up early (especially in EST), we *only* have eight schools on our list this time, compared with the fourteen we saw in 2008.

And once again, we are not concentrating on one geographic area the way you're supposed to – the eight colleges are in eight different states.  To avoid too much bonding time, we will be traveling with another family for half the trip, and also meeting up with random classmates in other locations.  We will travel at a more mellow pace, sticking to just one tour per day, and will spend full weekends in two locations.  But this time, our son is actually attending classes.  He has checked ahead and booked a concert in New York.  And, of course, being the good conversationalist, he has even scheduled an interview or two.

 

 

Summer Conundrum

Everybody knows that the colleges care about more than GPAs and standardized testing.  They look at curriculum strength, essays, teacher recs and, in particular, extracurriculars.  It is no secret that the admissions committees are very concerned about what you do with your spare time – be it volunteering with lepers in India or interning as a trapeze artist with Cirque du Soleil.

And it is equally important that you do not begin a brand new extracurricular activity during your junior year. The committees will not be impressed with your story unless you have demonstrated a lifelong passion for your extracurricular of choice.

This makes it a challenge to choose a summer activity for the summer between junior and senior year of high school.  Our younger son GC has brought up several possibilities, but we just cannot find one that will help his college chances.  Theoretically, it is best to be chosen for a prestigious, competitive program related to your passion, a program that ideally you can catagorize as an award or scholarship on your application.  Unfortunately, there are only seven of these programs, and four are for New Jersey residents only. And, if you’re anything like our son, you missed the deadlines, and your hang-gliding skills are so rusty that you probably wouldn’t have qualified anyway.

That means you will have to choose between the following:

– A CHALLENGING SUMMER COURSE AT AN IVY.  Schools like Brown, Columbia and Cornell offer fascinating classes for pre-college students – courses in Great Books, Genomes or Globalization. Unfortunately, these programs cost $5000-$8000, and although the colleges like keeping their dorms filled, they are not particularly impressed when they see these classes on your resume.  They assume you’re a rich kid who settled for Genome Studies because you couldn’t get into a more prestigious program.

– A LIFE-CHANGING TRIP TO A WAR-RIDDEN, DEVELOPING COUNTRY.  These excursions, which often involve performing bunion surgery in Mongolia or training villagers in Guam to grow sustainable kale hydroponically, take high school students out of their comfort zones. The participants live with local families in mud huts and come back with a new appreciation for the after-parties they attend at home. But sadly, the colleges don’t like to hear about these adventures. They want you to wait until you’re IN college to go on expeditions to the rainforest, because then the profits will go to their own institutions.

– AN OUTWARD BOUND EXPERIENCE BACKPACKING BLINDFOLDED IN WEST VIRGINIA.  Again, the colleges once respected students who spent their summers eating bark.  But now they look at these programs as magnets for troubled teens.

– AN INTERNSHIP ON YOUR UNCLE BRAD’S NEW PILOT FOR FOX.  Don’t even think about it.  Stinks of privilege, especially if the show is picked up.

That leaves just one desirable summer activity:

– A JOB AT JAMBA JUICE.  This, my friends, is what the colleges want to see.  All the better if you don’t actually get to blend the juice and you spend eight full hours a day peeling carrots and mopping up.  But landing one of these coveted assignments is not as easy as it sounds.  I’m sorry to report that all of the the 2011 Jamba Juice positions have already gone to recent cum laude neuroscience grads from UCLA.

That’s where the Neurotic Parent Institute comes in: For a mere $6500, less than it will cost to go to Ghana or Cornell, we will personally arrange an UNPAID INTERNSHIP at a Jamba Juice for your high school student. Although there is no compensation, we will make sure that your son or daughter encounters severe traffic, rude customers and rancid protein powder – a plethora of excellent essay material….and all in all, the kind of experience that jumps off the page. Apply soon – opportunities are limited.  You don’t want your kid to end up spending his or her summer studying International Relations at Columbia!

 

Leaked emails between the Neurotic Parent and the Tiger Mom

I must disclose that eleven years ago, I was contacted by Amy Chua, who at the time was already panicked about her young daughters' college admissions chances.  Although her kids were then only six and three, she was desperate to find a surefire way for them to gain acceptance to the top Ivy League schools.  My response to Professor Chua was honest, but a bit unconventional.  I never thought she would go for the radical suggestions I gave her, but as a true Tiger Mom, she followed my advice to the letter, and now it looks as though I might have influenced the course of international parenting history.  Here is the email exchange between us:

Amy Chua <yaletigermom@gmail.com>
theneuroticparent@gmail.com
Nov 24, 2000 at 3:56 PM

Amy Chua

 
Dear Neurotic Parent,

Perhaps you can help me.  Although I am a superior Chinese mother, I just realized that I have made a terrible parenting mistake.  I forced my daughters to learn the piano and the violin and they are now virtuosos.  However, as you know, the Ivies will be flooded with applications from thousands of other Asian kids who have studied these instruments.  Can you help?

Best regards,
Tiger Mom

   

neurotic

 to Amy

   
Hi Tiger Mom,
Yes, I'm afraid you have made a serious mistake.  But, no worries.  There is still hope!  Perhaps you should marry a member of an "underrepresented minority" – an Upper Chinook would be perfect.  Then the college admissions committees will probably overlook the fact that your kids have mastered ordinary instruments like the piano and the violin.

Fondly,
The Neurotic Parent

   
   
   

Amy Chua

 to me

 

Oops!  I'm already married to a Jewish guy, (law professor and novelist).  I don't think the the colleges will count him as an "underrepresented" minority.  Any other suggestions?

Tiger Mom

neurotic

 to Amy

 
Okay….How about this?  It's a long shot, but it just might work.  What if you became absurdly strict with your daughters, almost borderline abusive?  You could forbid playdates and sleepovers, and perhaps even burn their stuffed animals if they don't get straight A's.  That would give your girls plenty of material for great college essays, full of lots of conflict.  What do you think?

The Neurotic Parent

Amy Chua

 to me

 

Wow – I may have two degrees from Harvard an endowed chair at Yale Law School, but YOU, Neurotic Parent, are a TRUE genius!  I'll start torturing my children right away.  I will can them "garbage," threaten to throw the three-year old out in the snow, and maybe even give their dollhouses to Goodwill.  That kind of anguished upbringing should produce the most powerful essays ever, guaranteed to tug at the heartstrings of any admissions committee.  I could even publish a memoir about my extreme cruelty….I bet I could get a six-figure advance if I market the book as a quasi parenting manual and link my absurd philosophy to my race.  Then the girls will be able to use the proceeds from the book to pay for college. 

I cannot thank you enough for the brilliant advice, Neurotic Parent.  It will a LOT easier to abuse my children than to have them start all over with less-common instruments like the trombone or the oboe.  You can bet I will be back in touch when they're applying to law school.

Your #1 Fan,
Tiger Mom