My Daughter Was Rejected From The College of Her Dreams

Nothing has made me prouder than when my daughter announced to me this fall that she intended to apply “Early Decision” to the college of her dreams. On a good day, it takes her an hour to decide whether to wear sneakers or Uggs or whether to put cream cheese or butter on her bagel. So making this decision was an enormous feat.

It’s an achievement for any high school senior, but somehow for her it seemed even bigger. Maybe because she’s my daughter? Maybe because after two years of hearing ab...