I had a meeting with my College Counselor on Monday and we talked about all my schools and about essays and all those sorts of fun things. Mostly we talked about schools, going through my excruciatingly long list and seeing which could stay and which were what sort–where I’d be applying looking for merit aid, things like that.

We worked our way down to W, Williams, and we agreed that we could take Williams off… and I felt a little bad about it. Williams seems really quite lovely, but after talking about what I want to do with my undergraduate career–interdisciplinary work between public policy, writing, and science–it was decided that Williams was too small and didn’t offer me the departmental resources of the big(ish) Universities which made this purge.

Oh, and I took Georgetown off after I visited. Did I say that before? I did. Only that time, it was about Georgetown, not me. It felt both a) too preppy (even during the summer!) and b) too rule-centric. Perhaps in the latter case it was the catholic influence; I have no idea. I’m not saying that Georegetown is a dry campus and I ‘need to partay’ because well, neither of those things are true. Rather it just seemed a little bit buttoned up and convential in some ways that didn’t appeal to me. There was no “gut” pull towards Georgetown and in light of that unspectacular reaction I had almost no choice but to take it off; I simply had too many schools on my list and some had to go. Georgetown is best for its languages and international relations and politics and those sorts of things; I expect I will be better off elsewhere in the long run, anyways.

But Williams I do feel a little bit bad about, perhaps just because I haven’t been near Williamstown or the Berkshires in so long and I miss the Appalachians of Massachusetts.