When I was much younger (and much more immature, I assure you), colleges would contact me frequently, attempting to recruit me. I loved the attention. Then, my mom gave me this form, which I filled out and sent off. Soon, even more colleges sent me even more mail. Finally, I took the SAT. It asked me if I would like to be contacted by interested universities. I checked the "Yes" box.
Thus, mail started to flood my house. Letters, packages, postcards, and CD's crowded up my drawer space. Then I put some of it in a box. That helped.
During my Junior year, the mail was exceptionally abundant. I think my record was 7 pieces of mail in one day from different colleges, all to me. Of course, I didn't just get mail. I also received phone calls and emails. I think they peaked at 4 phone calls and 8 emails in one week.
All of colleges had the same story: they could offer me the best education and the one that was perfect for me. All of them wanted one thing: me. I called it all my fan mail. I had become a celebrity of sorts. It was fascinating.
Fast forward a couple of year. Today, June 30, 2009. I am now a graduate of highschool. I know where I'll be attending college. Truthfully, I knew all along where I'd be attending college. Just, I wanted to know what other universities were out there... and I was curious to see how much fan mail I would get.
Boy, did I find out.
And, boy, did I hurt the environment too.
Yes, they sent me all of that. I believe it took about four years to collect it all.
Even now, when I've applied to Rutgers, been accepted, and enrolled, I am still dealing with the effects of my curiosity.
Exhibit A: I've received three pieces of fan mail in the past 8 days alone.
Exhibit B: I got a phone call yesterday from a university asking me to apply there.
Exhibit C: My fan mail collection.
Stacked this way, it is 3 feet and 11.5 inches high
It weighs 144 pounds.
I was curious to see how much mail I would get and now I am utterly disgusted with the answer. I charge these colleges with a breach in common sense. Never did I, besides the first time, show any interest in receiving addition information. I got it all the same.
I do feel slightly bad for all the postage and paper wasted on me. At least I am recycling it all.
Yes, I am getting rid of it. All of it. Id satis erit! Goodbye, fan mail. Goodbye, science experiment.