Have you ever sat back and tried to trace out the lines of fate that brought you to where you are today? While at home this week, I did exactly that. I spent time reflecting on both the major life decisions and serendipitous events that have molded me into the person I am today.
Before I proceed, I must present a disclaimer. This post is overtly egocentric. Any semblance among its contents of general life lessons are purely coincidental. So read on at your own risk; I cannot refund any time spent reading this post that you could have otherwise spent hacking.
Ever since attending the Canada/USA Mathcamp the summer before 8th grade, I had known I was going to end up at MIT. Mathcamp had been my first real glimpse of the awesomeness that can result from surrounding oneself by a group of motivated, enthusiastic students who all specialize in a similar field. And throughout camp, people had claimed that MIT was basically a year-round clone of Mathcamp. Once I returned to my high school, I could not help but dream of the day when instead I would return to a school where I would be constantly surrounded by nerds and geeks like myself who were as passionate about their field as I. Of course, realized that not everyone at MIT was a mathematician, but the particular choice of field was far less important than the mere existence of this intensity.
When the time for college applications came around, I had submitted my MIT early application by the beginning of October. Since I was fixated on MIT, I barely even considered applying to other schools. Just to be certain, however, I decided to visit campus for Splash and partake in the overnight stay program.
Unfortunately, my first impressions of campus were quite negative, and my second, third, and fourth impressions weren’t much better. I recall being disappointed with the physical aspects of campus, with its bare pipes and uncomfortable classrooms. (I think the Splash classes I was in were in building 2 or so.) I had been expecting that the entire campus was going to look like the Stata center. However, my complaints about MIT’s aesthetic appearance paled in comparison to those about my exposure to its students.
My host for the overnight stay was a frat boy who lived in Baker. (For those who don’t know, Baker is the “social” dorm. Meaning, from what I understand, a lot of parties.) While there is nothing wrong with either of those attributes, neither of those lifestyles were what I was looking for. I meeting his physics-major roommate while he was working with someone on a physics problem set. The pair had already selected the appropriate equation and plugged in some variables, but they couldn’t figure out what to do from there. I looked at the paper, and immediately pointed out that they just had to cancel some common factors. And then they just stared at me. “How did you know how to do that?” they inquired, the awe apparent in their voices. It was at that moment that I realized that in fact not everyone at MIT was amazing at academics, even within their own chosen specialty.
The rest of my visit did little to convince me otherwise. My host talked largely of parties, athletics, and fraternities. I recall talking to another resident of Baker, who told me that after freshman year, half of the males go to the fraternities. The half remaining in the dorms, he said, are the antisocial ones. I had no intention of joining a fraternity, but nor did I relish the thought of spending my years in a dorm full of only antisocial types.
By the time I returned home, I had decided unequivocally that I was not after all destined for MIT. But I had no real idea where I did want to go. Hence, I elected to apply to six other schools (Harvard, Stanford, Princeton, Caltech, Duke, and Harvey Mudd) and decide later.
And lo and behold, after enough time passed, “later” became “now”. In the spring, I began playing the college visit game. I wrote off Princeton and Duke as being not a good fit for me, and so I didn’t bother visiting either. I took a California tour and visited the three California schools in one go. I had an amazing time at Stanford, meeting fascinating people and enjoying the great weather (except for these little caterpillars that were everywhere; they infested the trees, and if you parked your bike under a tree… anyway, I digress). I also met with several professors who painted an excellent picture of Stanford, and one of them gave me the email address of a math major (I recognized his name from the math competition world, so I knew he was quite good, but I had never met him) and recommended I send the student some questions.
And then I went to MIT’s CPW. I attended for three reasons: first, to make sure I really did not want to attend MIT. Second, to visit my friends who were going to be there. And third, to go hang around Harvard a bit.
At Harvard, I vaguely recall sitting in on a class and meeting with my admissions officer. However, what I most vividly remember is meeting with a computer science professor, and then walking out into the middle of a computer science event afterwards. Through chance, I had visited on the day when the computer science department advertises to its potential concentrators, and another professor had just finished explaining some of the intricacies of dual-concentrating with a field that does not require a thesis (fascinating material, of course). But most importantly, there were several older students around, with whom I struck up a conversation. It turned out they were math majors, and one was another name I recognized from the math competition world, and we talked both about the academic Olympiads as well as what life at Harvard was like. Before leaving, some of the students gave me their email addresses, and they told me to email them if I had any further questions.
Long and hard I pondered. I narrowed my list of potential schools to Harvard and Stanford, but I could not choose between them. I felt that I had seen such a limited cross-section of each school, and I did not have enough information to make such a life-defining choice. But I had to choose. And finally, after much deliberation and expenditure of unhelpful advice (“pick one out of a hat, and if you feel disappointed by that choice, then switch to the other”) I made a decision. I chose Stanford.
I proceeded to proclaim my choice to the world. I emailed the people I had met with and told them of my choice. I marked Stanford as the school to send my AP results to. I did everything except actually submit my acceptance card.
A few days prior to the May 1st deadline, as I was filling out the Stanford acceptance card, I decided I may as well try to gather a little bit more data about each school. I emailed both the Harvard and Stanford math majors whose email addresses I had collected. The Harvard students all recommended that I attend Harvard. The Stanford student recommended that I attend Harvard. And so I reversed my earlier decision and chose Harvard.
Why would the Stanford math major recommend Harvard over his own school? He said that while he enjoyed Stanford, he felt that the very top math students are all at MIT or Harvard. It was very lonely for him. And based off of that information, regardless of how happy I would be at Stanford, I knew I would never get out of it what I really wanted.
Anyway, wow, I spewed a lot. If people are interested, I can also write about how I became a computer scientist, as well as how I ultimately ended up at MIT. If not, well, I won’t waste the bits
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