This piece from the Wall Street Journal has the advice that every high school student (or for that matter middle school student) who is seeking the next rung on the educational ladder should follow — write what you know, from the heart.
Lacy Crawford, a former college application “consultant” who, for tens of thousands of dollars a year, “helped” students write essays that played a role in gaining acceptance to top schools, talks movingly of students ignoring the well-meaning advice of guidance counselors and parents to write about the things that really mattered to them. She tells of students who came out to in their college essay after myriad drafts about something else, or wrote about a sick parent after being by told their guidance counselor that this approach was too manipulative.
My daughter still has at least one more year to go before she starts to worry about any of this, but she did have to write essays to gain admission to high school. I never thought about having those essays make her out to be anything more or less than what she is. If the essay–which to my mind as a writer should be the one piece of information that shows the admissions department the “real” student–is supposed to be just another aspect of the process to be gamed, what kind of mixed message are we sending to our students, as we admonish them to be true to themselves in all of aspects of their lives? We want to believe that they will become adults who will live up to the values that we have helped instill in them, and yet at times when it really “matters” we are suggesting that they mold themselves into something that is less than authentic in order to play by someone else’s rules.
I don’t remember what I wrote for any of my college essays now — I am old enough that I only applied to four colleges, and was accepted to and attended my first choice. But I do know that if Northwestern asked me to write about why I wanted to be a journalism major — which it likely did — I wrote about how I’d wanted to be a newspaper writer as long as I could remember, and how all I did was read local newspapers from all over the country for hours on microfiche at the public library and how if someone would just give me the chance to learn more about how those writers do what they do I would be so grateful because I was sure that it was the right path for me. It wasn’t complicated, it wasn’t done after looking at ” essays that WORKED,” it wasn’t massaged by an expensive counselor. But it worked for me in all of the right ways — I got into the school, was successful there, and ended up embarking on a lifelong career where I use the skills I gained in college every day. More importantly, I never received a signal–overtly or otherwise–that what matters to me and what I wanted people to know about me somehow just wasn’t good enough—which has got to be the message that these teens are getting. While understandable that parents want their children to have every edge in a hyper-competitive process, the idea of thousands of teens are reinventing themselves on the page to only possibly get the result that they want just makes me sorry for them.