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Did You Beg, Borrow or Steal to Get in to College?

Waking up to the news that Aunt Becky was involved in a massive college fraud scheme wasn’t the only thing that had me reminiscing about being a teenager in the 90’s and the surprising path many take to college. As if the odds aren’t already stacked high enough against kids who don’t even have lunch money, let alone a team of people willing to break the laws for them to get into college. While I am really glad these ultra-rich above-the-rules people and their co-horts got caught, there’s a lot more grey to the system than just the outright illegal means of getting into college.

When I was in high school I academically bombed my freshman year. I had always been a 3.5 GPA or above student, but as I said, I bombed. I’m not sure what happened (OK I do, but that’s another discussion) but I spent the next 3 years making up for that horrible freshman GPA and in the end I was able to raise it to a decent, but not awesome 3.4.

I was of course applying to BYU Provo. For those of you who don’t know let me try to help you put this in perspective… as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, aka Mormons, BYU Provo is like the Harvard of Church schools. (And for my Mormon friends who actually went to Harvard, I appologize.) It is THE Church school to get into. Especially back in the mid-90’s. The only other option for a church school (which is where you wanted to go because ETERNAL COMPANIONS GALORE!) back then was Rick’– a 2 year junior college (which is now BYU Idaho and a 4-year University) or BYU Hawaii which wasn’t even on my radar that first year. I had no desire to go to Idaho, for me it was either BYU Provo, or some plan B I couldn’t yet conceive of.

However, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to get in. My ACT’s weren’t amazing (didn’t study once or take any courses. My bad.) and because BYU was so highly prized by every Mormon kid in all the lands, I knew my grades weren’t good enough. I was right. I didn’t get in.

I remember being over at my friend’s house one day, a friend who had just been accepted to BYU, and her mom had a print out on the counter. She explained to me that at their school you could print out a list of GPA’s next to the college that GPA was accepted to. You couldn’t see any names attached to the GPA, but right there she had a list of 6 or 7 GPA’s that had just been accepted to BYU. She was going down the list when she stopped and pointed to a 2.7 GPA that had BYU listed next to it. She said, that GPA belonged to a boy in their congregation and everyone knew that his grandpa had made a major donation to the BYU, so he got in.

My jaw was on the floor. She said it so nonchalantly. I couldn’t believe this could happen at BYU. A church school. BRIGHAM FREAKING YOUNG UNIVERSITY where they didn’t even serve caffeine on campus, girls can’t wear skirts above their knees and the opposite gender is only allowed in your dorm room during special visiting hours. THAT Brigham Young University. I honestly might not have believed it if I hadn’t seen that list with my own eyes. Perhaps this sounds naive, but remember I was 18 years old.

I would later hear from another friend, whose dad was a Bishop (like a pastor or priest), that one of our common friends was also initially rejected and so this friend appealed to her dad, the Bishop, to write a letter on their behalf to BYU asking for reconsideration. I have no idea what the Bishop could have possibly written, but that person did end up getting accepted.

Once I got my rejection letter I was also told by an admissions counselor that perhaps my Bishop could write a letter talking about my parents’ divorce and the effect that had had on my growing up… I guess the implication was that my backstory could serve as a plea to the higher-ups to give me some wiggle room on my admissions because I came from a broken home? I said no thank you and hung up the phone. Call me proud, but I did not want to get into BYU through the back door even if on the outside no one would necessarily be the wiser. I would know. And I didn’t want it that way. I want to make it clear that I don’t think the person who asked the Bishop to write a letter did anything wrong per se–and maybe I should have used any and every resource I had to get in. I was certainly naive in understanding that the world does indeed work this way. But I actually loved my winding road through college and while it was a huge blow to my pride not to get in the first time, I’m glad for the experience I had. We want to protect our kids and give them everything, but lets not forget that curve balls are good for us. They keep us light on our feet.

But being too proud to sob-story my way into BYU cost me my pride on another level as I sucked it up and went to UVSC–Utah Valley State College–in Orem the close neighbor of Provo. If you went to UVSC it was basically code for “I didn’t get into BYU” and the invisible label kinda sucked. Since all of my BFF’s went to BYU, I spent a lot of time there hanging out with them. (I lived behind a gas station across the street from my state college with the vampire population of Utah valley–remind me to tell you about it sometime.) I was becoming friends with my high school friends new friends and overall I had a great time. There was however one group of girls that I got a distinct air of snobbery from. They wouldn’t say hi to me when I came over to their dorm, they said rude things behind my back and in general I just remember feeling like my UVSC status was extremely looked down upon by these girls and therefore, so was I.

My actual experience at UVSC was fine, good even. It was a great stepping stone for me. I worked hard and earned a 3.9 GPA which ended up getting me a full academic scholarship to BYU-Hawaii for the next year, and a partial academic scholarship to BYU Provo where I would eventually apply, get accepted on my own terms and graduate with a BFA in Fine Art.

I can’t imagine that it’s “legal” to allow a student into a college when their grades and merits seem far below average, but their family makes a large financial contribution but I would imagine it’s pretty hard to prove that an illegal transaction took place as well. Not only that, but as this article from the New York Times points out, there are plenty of legal advantages many kids with wealthy and connected parents have. As Rainesford Stauffer writes, “But what about the standardized test prep industry, worth around $840 million, which involves parents forking over up to $200 an hour for Ivy League tutors tasked with increasing their children’s scores. That doesn’t include application essay writers, who coach students on what to write about, edit their writing and, in some cases, write for them. It doesn’t include college coaching firms, which charge up to $40,000 to strategize an applicant’s entire process.

Donations made to schools by the parents of legacy students can essentially buy acceptance letters. Meanwhile, there are some students who don’t have a parent to skim their essay for typos or can’t afford to pay to enroll in a prep course or to repeatedly take a standardized test until their score rises.”

Yeah, what about all that? Obviously I am against the illegal actions the wealthy families like Felicity Huffman and Lori Laughlin took to get their kids into college–but it also seems like they only did a slightly worse thing than many legacy donors, but because didn’t have the direct connections they had to go around the system a little. Should it be “against the rules” to hire an essay editor? I think so, but then again how would that be monitored? What about these college coaching firms? Or maybe there’s a way to even the playing field a little by asking for Ivy League tutors to donate their time to help underprivileged students learn the ins and outs of college admissions? What are your gut feelings? Do you see anything wrong with use every advantage a person has to get ahead? Did you know of anyone who bought their way into college? 

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