We're home. We went back to Wesleyan and for our troubles got a Junior Assistant Dean telling us nothing we hadn't heard and didn't know before. I'm not a Wesleyan fan, and it isn't my decision whether Planet applies or not, but it pissed me off that during what must be one of the busiest tour weeks of the year when many high schools are on Spring Break, a college that considers itself Tip Top of the Tier wouldn't schedule a senior Admissions Officer to try and cinch the deal.
Of the college trips we've done so far, this was the least satisfying in terms on the colleges. The rain certainly didn't help, but both Wesleyan and Conn College were disappointing. I'm not sure how much of that disappointment is with the schools themselves versus how much what was once a vague unease with the schools we're visiting is growing into a smoldering distaste and is threatening to burst into outright disdain for these glorified boarding schools and weigh stations for America's future elites.
At Conn, while waiting for the tour to begin in the waiting room of the Admissions office, I overheard one father say to another that he hoped his daughter would have the sense to fall in love with "a boy whose family doesn't need financial aid," and the other responded, "mine has been told to marry a rich kid or don't get married at all," and both laughed the complicit chuckle of a truthful joke. At Wesleyan, waiting for the information session to begin, I heard one secretary say to another, "why is Kim doing the session," and the other said, "it doesn't matter who does it, these kids will apply one way or the other." True, that.
We're visiting Haverford and Swarthmore this coming Monday and Tuesday. Meh and ick, ick and meh.
Meanwhile, I knew United postings and reports from college visits would drive regular readers away, but never guessed just how thoroughly. Awesome. Regular programming will resume tomorrow. Or not.