Who turned down admission at an Ivy League college, when the response to the student’s desire to build their own path was met with a chuckle, and “Yes, well, we’ve been doing this for a very long time.”
Who walked into my office the day after graduation to say “I know we talked about college, but I have this job working with kids. I’d like to see where that leads.”
Who came home freshman year for the holidays from the college that gave them a full ride and said “I don’t know. I just feel the need to perform now.” Left college, and did, much to the delight of the millions who have seen them on stage and screen.
Who got to my office before me one morning to say they were homeless, so college was out.
And for the admissions director who took my call, set aside their day, and found the money for the student to go anyway.
Who invited me to their wedding, which was a week after high school graduation.
Who so infuriated me, I pulled their cumulative file to figure out what their story was, and stumbled across their 1st grade school picture. I then completely understood how to approach that student, and found a technique for student engagement I used for the rest of my career.
Who loved a school the parents said they couldn’t afford. In front of Mom and Dad, I told them to apply. The school only gave ten full ride scholarships, but that turned out to be nine more than they needed, or got.
Who wanted to major in tigers.
And for four professionals in a counselor chat room who offered options thirty minutes after I asked for help.
Who was on the verge of flunking out, who asked me to broker one more chance with their teacher. I reluctantly asked; the teacher reluctantly said yes. By the following July, the student had a high school diploma, and a job that paid more than mine.
And for the teacher, who had no reason to say yes, but did anyway.
Who returned another Christmas to say how great the school was, who was stunned when I asked how they first heard about that school. “You told me about it.”
Who heard me give a public talk where I told students to look wide and far in their college hunt. They went home, reopened their search, and found a better choice, at a lower price. A year later, they tracked me down to deliver the letter every counselor should get. “You don’t know me, but…”
Who lost a parent unexpectedly, so they thought college was out.
And for the college admissions officer who, when I told them the news, said “Well, we always say we treat our students like family. It’s time to prove it.” And they did.
Who came back from a tour of a campus I was sure was perfect, and responded to my query about how it went with a long pause, and then “You know, I was on campus for at least two hours, and no one talked about the books they were reading.”
Who spent their rising senior summer in a backyard hammock, reading books they, as a STEM major, never got around to.
Who cried when I told them their first-choice college took them, then invited me to a high school graduation party. For their daughter. 25 years later.
For the gift of them just being them, showing that the world is wide, and reminding us what a wonderful thing that is…
May we all give thanks.




