My 17-year-old grandson is in the process of exploring where he wants to go to university.
As usual, there are ‘good’ places and ‘better’ places, and he is pondering where he is likely to be accepted and the general implications of any decision.
This got me reminiscing about how I didn’t get accepted by my first choice of college (Radcliffe College, then connected to Harvard University and later merged with it). I was devastated at the time and felt a complete failure.
But, in fact, that one failure was a major turning point in how my life turned out. At the time, I was sure it would be for the worse. In retrospect, I think it was very much for the better.
How many decisions – whether made by you or made for you – change the course of your life on the turn of a dime?
Not all decisions about which university to attend seriously alter your life, although they do doubtless alter it in small ways.
But in my case, because I failed to get a place at either of my first two college choices, I went to a large State University, which had been suggested as a fallback by a friend of my family who taught there.
(As I thought it would never happen, I didn’t think any fallback mattered much. Oh dear, how unable we are to imagine the worst when we are young. Or, perhaps I should say, when we are young and an inveterate optimist.)
Although I was happy enough with the education at this university, I was keen to do a ‘junior year abroad’ (for non-Americans, this is studying abroad during the third year of a four-year course). I chose to spend a year at the London School of Economics.
And, as these things happen at that age, I fell in love with an English student, just finishing his economics course at the time.
We eventually married and decided to live in London. We had two children, who each had one son, including the one currently considering what university to attend.
I am very certain that I never would have done a junior year abroad had I gone to either of the other colleges. They would have discouraged such a plan.
It is somehow interesting to consider counterfactuals.
A counterfactual, for those unfamiliar with the word, is an exercise in thinking about what would have happened if a different decision had been made at some point along the way.
Students of history love to explore these ideas. What would have happened to civil rights and other legislation if President Kennedy had not been shot? Or how would the Second World War have turned out if the Japanese had not bombed Pearl Harbour?
One can spend hours on these hypothetical questions.
Perhaps it is something about growing older that makes us think more consciously about our past decisions and how we got to be where we are. Growing older makes us think about so many things, as I have discussed elsewhere.
Indeed, I have already written one article about how I had once wanted to be a ballet dancer, but that was slightly tongue-in-cheek. Yes, I did want to be a dancer when I was a child, but it was a very unlikely event in any case.
But it is less unlikely that I could have been accepted at one of the two colleges of my choice. I have no idea what I would have decided to study (my eventual decision was highly influenced by a very stimulating professor of political thought) and who I would have married.
It is very unlikely that I would have ended up in London, which has been my home for nearly 50 years. And certainly not with the same Englishman.
Strange to think. And, as I told both my daughter and her son, if I had got into a different college, where would you all have been?
Do you ever think about the slim threads on which our lives depend? What if you hadn’t gone to that particular party? What if that special high school teacher hadn’t urged you to follow a particular dream? What if you hadn’t got pregnant when you did?
You can take it even further and speculate on what if your parents had not met by chance on a particular day. And so forth up the line.
It can all unravel in the time it takes to ask the question.
What key decisions in your life changed your life course? Do you think you would have been happier or less happy with a different path? Are you still making decisions that will affect the rest of your life?
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If I had not had some self respect in my teens, my mom would not have been disappointed in me.
I had finished my first year of college and realized the course I was on was wrong…the dean for some reason yelled at me for something totally unrelated to this critical moment in my life and I left college, married and had 5 kids…shortly thereafter my husband died…yes, it was a struggle but ‘we’, my kids and I…did it together…grew up…and what a loving family I have..Now in my 80’s I am thinking of going back to college to finish where I left off…it’s all good…a life lived….and more to come… with luck
Terrific. Go back to college – you’ll get even more out of it now than you would have then. I admire your tenacity.
This can be hard thinking what could have happened if….but I have learned that the hardest choices or decisions that seem to make your world fall from under your feet can be the most interesting paths or journeys of your life! Right now, I am on a new adventure of finding myself and as hard as it is when I think about what I should have or could have done if I had done this or that, I get myself in a tailspin going downwards!! That’s not good for me and then I start to worry which is even worst! I have a faith that believes that God has a plan and although I may not always what that is, I know God is holding it in His hands. I should just trust and believe He has my best interests in hand. But concerning your son, I had a similar situation when my son chose to go to Australia to get his second degree in chiropractics. When he was six months into the program, they decided to axe his program!!! It was devastating and on top of that, the family support that was suppose to be there for him, wasn’t there:(. He was so far away, I cried almost every day because I knew it was emotionally hard for him not having family close by. Long story short, that hardship made him into an incredible Chiropractor and human being! He and his wife made me a grandma this past January and he is doing very well. When one door closes, another door opens, they say.
I have one comment to make – “I really wish i could do my life over”! many people say that and then again many people don’t! i wish I could
Oh what do you mean? That your life is so fab you want to experience it all again? Or that you made some decisions that you regret and wish you could go back and make those decisions differently?
What if my future husband wouldn’t have attended my going away party with his cousin whom I worked with? (p.s.- I never did leave!) Going on 39 years….