On March 28th, otherwise known as “Ivy Day”, where Ivy League schools send out acceptance or rejection letters, I was at a Chinese restaurant with my family. With only 13% charge on my phone I excused myself and fervently tried logging into the respective college and university sites, but my shaking fingers and clouded brain only allowed me entry after more than a few mistaken attempts. After getting rejected by a few schools, I didn’t even attempt to login into my Princeton account. It wasn’t until after midnight that I logged in to find that I had just been accepted to a school I only had dreamed about.
When I told my parents they didn’t have to worry about paying for college, they were grateful but not surprised. As a low-income family with only my dad making less than $20,000 a year, even my brother received a full scholarship to the University of Pennsylvania. The amount of money I had to pay for student contribution. . . Read More