Everyone knows that college is coming. From the time school starts, it is all that is worked towards. Everything I do has had something to do with getting accepted into college. When I was eight, my aunt gave me a book on how to get into Harvard. Of course, I branched out. From seventh to ninth grade, I wanted to attend Brown, Harvard, Yale or the University of Texas. All I had to do was keep good grades and stay involved at school, then my future would be set.

I never believed that applying for colleges would be hard. If I knew where I wanted to go, how could it be hard? Colleges have in recent years acquired Early Admission. This is fine and dandy, except for the fact that this form of admission is binding. So, I couldn’t just apply early to every  college. Why is this a problem? Well, it means I have to pick one college and place my bets on it. I’m applying to four Ivy League schools. My chances aren’t high, so ideally, I could increase my acceptance chances for these schools by submitting early applications to all of them.

Thus, the big question is formed. Which school is my early application school? Visiting colleges helps, but when all of the schools are over a thousand miles away, a problem arises. I can’t possibly visit all of the schools that I am interested in. Websites are only so helpful, especially when their version of a virtual tour is from 2008. So, how does one determine where they want to spend the first four independent years of their life?

Well, I watched Youtube videos of students attending the school, including dorm tours and move in days vlogs, memorized every detail of the schools’ websites and checked and double checked class options. Eventually, it came down to which school I felt most connected to. That’s still scary, because it is such a huge commitment. However, everything happens the way it is supposed to, so even though I am still hesitant, I know that everything will work out.