Wick Sloane ‘76 has stories from the wait-list.

Let’s dispense with my first encounter. This was an entitled, highest-honor, elite prep school, Latin prizewinner, classical diploma, varsity rower, community leader, Middle East Prize winner, with APs in hard sciences and classics. Harvard deferred her early decision application to regular admission in April. In April? Wait listed. In late June? Rejected. This one is my own daughter, that’s how I know. My question: Why the six months of water torture? Take her, don’t take her. Of course I hoped she’d be admitted. In the end, what I can’t understand is the six months. She started with a worthy record and kept racking up successes. The wait, I think, was mean of Harvard but a fair fight within the social and economic strata on both sides.

My current encounter is a formerly homeless mother from Manchester, N. H., who found her way to a 4.0 average at Bunker Hill Community College and a Jack Kent Cooke Scholarship. She lives with her daughter and works four jobs. She’s on the Harvard wait list. Read for yourself this story in the Boston Globe and have a look on ABC News. A couple of weeks ago, Harvard reiterated that there is still no room, though the student is welcome to stay on the wait list. Is the wait list ranked? Where does the student stand? No ranking. If openings occur, Harvard related to the student, the committee pulls out each person on the wait list “to see if there is anything new in the file.”

New in the file? She’s already an advocate for homeless and domestic-violence victims, advising state commissioners from her own experience. What else is there? Win Wimbledon?

Never hurts.