My son received a letter from Columbia yesterday indicating that he was not selected for admission to the doctoral program this fall. This is a goal he has been working toward for a long time. You can read his post about the letter here: boofshavik
A note to my son:
Dear Jordan,
I am heartbroken with you about the letter from Columbia. I know how hard you’ve worked toward that goal. I wish there was something I could say to take all of the hurt and disappointment away, but, of course, there isn’t.
I wish I could be one of those “everything happens for a reason” people, but I think the reality is that sometimes life sucks like a cosmic vacuum and there isn’t a whole hell of a lot we can do about it.
My best guess is that the fact you received the letter two months ahead of schedule indicates that your application was summarily dismissed without a legitimate review of your credentials simply because you didn’t fit their “profile.” Some academic consultant somewhere is advising them not to invest in you because “statistically” your age, or some other completely irrelevant factor, might make you a risk. Since your GPA, test scores, and all other measurable academic achievements vastly exceeds that of the typical candidate, that is the only plausible explanation. For all of the forward thinking that universities encourage in their students; as an institution, academia is often the least capable of thinking outside the box.
Although every paternal instinct in me makes me want to find some way to fix this and make it better, I know I can’t. Despite that frustration, there is something I want you to know.
Over the last several years I’ve learned something that most people figure out much earlier in life. There is a line in Proverbs that reads “A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver and gold.” I didn’t understand the value of the love and respect of family and friends that goes into being able to claim a “good name” until I lost most of that twelve years ago. The lack of a good name is the very definition of failure. Now that I’ve had the incredible opportunity to have a second chance at having these things in my life, I finally understand that I’m the richest person in the world despite what my bank balance might indicate, or whether I have a shelves full of sales trophies on my office wall.
This is what I know about you: Every friend that you’ve ever had counts themselves lucky to have known you. Every teacher/professor that you’ve ever had holds you in high regard and has great respect for you. You have the love of a wonderful woman who has promised to spend her life with you. And you have parents, grandparents, and other family members that would die for you without a moment’s hesitation.
Even though you may feel like you have failed, by every measure that is eternally important, your life is the very definition of success.
There is something else that sets you apart. Some people can claim the good name spoken of in Proverbs. Some people can claim an incredibly impressive resume. Very, very few people can claim both. I am completely confident that there is a graduate school in NYC that is smart enough to recognize this in you.
So….my thought is; “If Columbia can’t pull its head out of its arse, them f*#k them. (To be perfectly honest, I’ve always thought the program at John Jay sounded more interesting.)
I know that this is supposed to be the other way around, but there is no one in the world that I admire and respect more than you.
I told you four years ago when you started at Baylor that by the time you graduated you would own the place. That has certainly come to pass. I have no doubt that very soon you’re going to own NYC as well. It’s just a little bit bigger, so it might take a tad longer, but I have no doubt it will happen.
Love,
Dad.