The End Is The Beginning

Today’s committee, where we stuff admit packets and prepare letters to mail, marks the end of reading season. We’ve read every application, discussed them all (sometimes at great length), and made our decisions, and now we’re finally going to let our applicants know about the results of all of that work. (Letters are going out this afternoon!)

The assembly line, hard at work! Mad props to our intrepid senior interviewer Becky, in the center, who was a dedicated assembler for the entire process.

It’s exciting for us to have a class finally set. We finally know exactly who we’re offering admission to, and have some idea of who we can expect to see on campus next year. At the same time, though, we also know exactly who we aren’t admitting. The prospect of disappointing 5/6 of our applicants is, well, somewhat depressing. We received a multitude of fabulous applications from amazing students that we read, loved, and ultimately placed on the alternate list or denied.

I comfort myself with the thought that even though some of those amazing students didn’t get into Mudd, they’ll end up going somewhere else almost as cool. And everyone in our pool, regardless of what their letters say, has an exciting decision ahead of them.