I’m 21, so I’m a bit older now than the present crop, but I think I can speak to this issue.
High school was insane. I was in: one of the top engineering programs in the state (I ended up taking 7 years of math *and *science while in high school), captain of the varsity tennis team, captain of the mock trial team, captain of the debate team, I volunteered at the museum, and I did tutoring. All while working part time for my dad and taking a full load of AP/Honors courses.
And yet, I was a slacker among my friends. It was not uncommon to get to school at 6:30 AM for one practice or another, go to class all day, do homework during lunch, debate meeting right after school at 3, tennis practice at 3:30, mock trial practice at 6, work at the volleyball/basketball/football game until 9 or 10, then homework until I passed out at 2 or 3 AM. Of course, that was assuming I got to sleep that night.
I wish I was exaggerating, but we had insane schedules. I suppose I could have not done that stuff, but it was expected, encouraged, and if we didn’t, we’d have teachers and councilors asking why we weren’t living up to our potential.
I was told that if I dropped one of my many activities that were giving me migraines and causing me to feel sick all of the time from stress and lack of sleep that I would never get into college. I was also told that I better get used to this hectic life, because college is even harder (it’s not. Not by a long shot).
We had a running joke that at least once a week in our classes, someone would break down sobbing. It happened without fail every week for my four years of high school- the pressure was just too much for most.
Our teachers were no help. We were told we were the best and most intelligent- and that we should act accordingly. I got a C in physics when I was a sophomore in high school (math and science aren’t really my thing, I’m a writing/history kind of gal) and the teacher told me that me getting a C was an indicator that I was destined for failure in life. She told me that because I couldn’t keep up with my uber math and science centric friends, that I clearly would fail out of college, assuming I ever got there.
I got a 1250 on my SATs and was told that was a horrible score by my councilors. They told me to retake the test, because I had to get AT LEAST a 1400 to be competitive. Oh, they also said that while I was at it, I might want to try to pick up another language- just being fluent in two isn’t enough to be competitive.
In the end, I got accepted to Georgetown. I turned them down and instead go to California State University Bakersfield. I finally have time to sleep, hang out with my friends, and enjoy things like life. It’s fantastic. I don’t regret my decision to turn down that fine institution one bit, even if I worked my ass off for four years so I could get in.