June 26, 2011
Those Tweedy Old Admissions Deans? They're All Business Now
Years ago, he wore a tweed jacket and smoked a pipe. He was friendly but aloof, a thoughtful fellow toiling in the shade of mystique.
Back then, he was more of a sage than a salesman. It's said that he could judge applicants' potential by reading their essays and absorbing their words in interviews. His college's bottom line was someone else's concern; he was paid to counsel students, not to crunch numbers.
You may remember him as the dean of admissions. You might have heard
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