The Much Dreaded College Essay

What's the most important task for you high school seniors hoping to get into college - after you earning the grades and doing OK on the SATs that is? The writing of a good essay, in which the scratchy voice of the 17-year-old comes through.That phrase belongs to the Director of Admission at Yale who uttered it some ten years ago when my kid was looking at colleges.What he meant, I believe, is that you should write the essay yourself. Don’t let your parents write it, much less some college “coach” your parents might have hired.Don’t let them dream up your topic either. Dream up your own topic.Also, try not to bore your reader to death by stringing together sentences that bore even you as you tap them out on your keyboard.These readers are only human after all, and chances are they’re very weary given the number of folders they must go through in order to assemble this next college Class of 2016. I picture them with eye strain. I picture them with feet that have gone to sleep from curling one and then another under themselves as they try to get comfortable during these marathon reading sessions. They probably need more water than they’re drinking and their minds doubtless keep wandering toward thoughts of dinner.

Show them the courtesy of speaking to them in your own voice about something that interests you. Don’t try writing like a C.E.O or a department head at the Internal Revenue Service or some solemnly intoning guy in an infomercial for cholesterol medication. You’re a high school student! Relax and let yourself be what you are right now, even if your secret hope is to one day find fame and have paparazzi trailing you in pursuit of those stolen-moment candids of you sleeping with your mouth open or yelling at your dog.I had the chance to read two great college essays in the last month. One has in it time travel and 16^th century horses straining at their reins; the other, a peach tree, a bright blue door slapping open and Sunday dinner with Grandma.They're both terrific and they're nothing like the college essay I once wrote telling how I routinely skipped meals and stayed up all night fashioning flash cards and making teensy notes on all my class notes.This was when I applied Early Decision to that fine women’s college called Wellesley.Six weeks later they flat-out rejected me.Thus, when I applied to that other fine women’s college known as Smith I wrote a very different essay, telling what it was like to be charged with the protection and emotional well-being of half-dozen Seventh Graders at summer camp the year a bear with an eerie resemblance to Babe Ruth kept appearing at the clothesline behind the cabins to sniff at all our swimsuits.Smith did accept me, welcomed me in September and got right to work teaching me that study is much more than rote memorization, that balance in life is crucial and that it’s pretty much never a good idea to skip a meal.I still think I got into one college and not the other because I wrote that second essay with pleasure and fondness and even excitement. Therefore, young applicant, speak in your own voice about what has moved or surprised, delighted or terrified you, and let the chips fall where they may – as indeed they always do.Therefore, young person, speak in your own voice about what has moved or surprised, delighted or terrified you, and let the chips fall where they may – as indeed they always do.

Doctor in the House

The screen door bangs and they’re gone. Then, some time down the line it bangs again and they’re back, your kids, or your kids’ kids or your kids’ friends. It’s been like that for us anyway.Once we had six kids living here though really I gave birth to only three; just the three kids we made ourselves using the handy home kit. One by one they grew up and left home as kids do. The house got so quiet. We slept with the bedroom door open and cooked only when we felt like it. This lasted for almost ten years.Then this past March one of these ‘extra’ kids moved back in with his young wife and they have been living here ever since as they worked on finding a new job (him) prepping for the fearsome CPA exam (her) and finding a place of their own which we will be available to them on August 1.We love having them here but now something even cooler has happened: Above on the right you see Sarah, who has been our oldest daughter’s best friend from the day the two met as freshmen at Wellesley. Only now, more than ten years having passed, she’s a sure-enough MD, newly arrived in this medical Mecca to do a fellowship in Infectious Disease.She too will find an apartment when she gets the time to go looking but for now we are the lucky ones because for all of July and  maybe even until September, she is living here too.   Two night ago our local-enough kids came here to welcome her and they were all still laughing at the supper table when David and I went up to bed.So once again, the hot water tank is getting a workout. Once again the kitchen is always open. And I can’t think when I’ve been happier.