What were you doing the moment you found out your child was accepted to an elite private school?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I still remember:

Pre-K: It was a cold day. I lived in an apartment and the fat envelope was jammed inside the box. At first I thought it was a magazine, but when I pulled it out, I saw the logo of green children holding hands.

St. Albans: I was having a Christmas open house and my son ran out to get the mail for me. I was holding a tray of stuffed mushrooms when I saw the envelope in his hand...

This is one of the stupidest posts I've ever seen.

+100 It sounds like a lame start to a very bad novel.

[Anonymous]

I do remember the day I was accepted into an elite college. I did not realize that the fat envelope meant yea. So the whole moment was just unreal because I submitted the application with little hope of an acceptance.

[Anonymous]

Sitting at a spring training game with my son when wife emailed the news - swigged a sip of beer and quickly calculated 9 years at 40K, then ordered another beer and told him congratulations. He ignored me and asked for cotton candy.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was polishing my Harvard ring in my great great grandmother's federal-period wing chair. My semi-regular cleaning lady/nanny Lourdes from Guatemala brought in the mail before feeding my three children lunch and taking them to Volta Park for a few hours, the time I needed daily to get important shopping errands done. I was so excited I dropped my Harvard ring and it bounced in the fireplace, and Lourdes had to crawl in and find it.

Three years later, I still laughed. Ah, the good old days at Volta . . .

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Seriously, OP, do you not have a life???

Was your child accepted to an elite private school?

For those of us who have gotten the gold medal, it is a memorable moment.

Brain washed!

[Anonymous]

Sold a kidney.

[Anonymous]

Well, if we are accepted, I will not know right away as I'll be away skiing and often out of cell phone range.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Sitting at a spring training game with my son when wife emailed the news - swigged a sip of beer and quickly calculated 9 years at 40K, then ordered another beer and told him congratulations. He ignored me and asked for cotton candy.

i get it!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Happy days...I admit when one has won the gold medal one never forgets.

Pre-K: It was a balmy spring evening. I was drinking a small gin and tonic and stuffing larks' cheeks with jamon iberico when my butler brought me the letter on a silver tray.

St. Albans: It was cold. I was upstairs having my anus bleached. I snorted a little Bolivian marching powder in celebration.

Yale: I was whipping the new maid a rolled-up copy of Horse and Hounds - there had been an unforgivable incident with a Ming Vase. Weather: overcast, light rain later.

Harvard Law School: the butler found me asleep in the stables after a large dose of ketamine. In my drug-induced fog I could barely take in the good news. I must have slept with half of Mclean in the course of the next week.

This is 5 years old and I've read it several times and am still laughing out loud. Well done, PP! This one deserves its spot in the DCUM Hall of Fame.

[Anonymous]

LOL - love that this thread was resurrected. That said, good luck to all the families waiting for the mail over the next few days.

[Anonymous]

Bump

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:LOL - love that this thread was resurrected. That said, good luck to all the families waiting for the mail over the next few days.

This is one of the funniest threads ever.

I wish OP would come back and give an update. Her kid must be in middle or high school by now.

[Anonymous]

Let's keep it alive and check in as we hear results.

[Anonymous]

Looked for the highest price for my kidney.

[Anonymous]

This may be the most DCUM thread that has ever threaded...