Four years ago I was one of those lost little prospective students. And something went right because my visit convinced me to attend Rice.
Last year I wrote a nostalgic post for that decision and wished the best to the prospective students.
This year, they are all over the place, they walk slow, they are staying on campus for an extra day and night in the busiest point in the semester and most importantly, I’m in the midst of making my next BIG LIFE DECISION and I don’t have time to care about the rest. It’s definitely a sign that while I love Rice, it’s time to move on.
It also makes me jealous of the prospies because they still have their parents here checking in with them, trying to help them gather all the information and decide which school is best, if Rice is the best fit. I’m past that; I’m an adult and all the big decisions are mine to make alone.
But seriously: best of luck to the prospective students. I suggest Rice because it has helped me grow and learn in so many intangible, priceless ways, but I know that everyone has their own fit. I’m praying right now that that’s still true for all of us, no matter what stage of life we’re in.