I came to this thread randomly, to find that it's the day of results. Here's what I wish I'd known 15 years ago, when I got a rejection letter from Cambridge; a letter I snaffled from the postman, opened in secret, wept over, concealed for five days, and then announced as:
Me: So, I didn't get in.
Mum: Oh, well. Never mind.
Me: LEAVE ME ALONE. I TOLD YOU I WAS STUPID. CAMBRIDGE IS STUPID. I DIDN'T WANT TO GO. MY LIFE IS RUINED.
There isn't much a parent can say, in the face of embarrassment/disappointment/charmless petulance, but I do wish I'd known:
- this isn't the sorting hat saying 'you're Oxbridge' and 'you're not'
- there's no blood-test for potential
- ...and in the light of these limitations, choosing who gets accepted is an art, not a science. It's not that admissions tutors get it 'wrong'; they're just making pragmatic decisions based on the brief information you've provided, like someone choosing a live-in partner from a speed-dating session.
I was knocked back, reapplied to Oxford, got in, got a 1st, and went on to do postgraduate study at Cambridge (who, for the sake of a complete narrative, rejected me the first time I applied for that, too).
Years later, many of my academia friends are now on the decision-making side of undergrad applications -- which is crazy, because Oxbridge admissions tutors are godlike and omnipotent, and yet my friends are humans with fallible judgement, who've been known to get fired from WH Smiths jobs, lose their shoes at funfairs, and drink tequila from those bottles with the plastic sombrero lids.
So: good luck to everyone. (And this stirring message will probably appear multiple times, as I've just stuffed up my Mumsnet login.)