What were you doing the moment you found out your child was accepted to an elite private school?
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I'd spent the previous weekend dusting and shining the mailbox and oiling the hinges. I even put a fresh sprig of potpourri in and lined the inside with cashmere. Saturday morning, I met the mail carrier at the mailbox with freshly made scones and let him know that we were anticipating some very important mail on March 1st. To my horror, he said that he would be on vacation starting Monday and that - gasp- a substitute would deliver the mail! As I tried to regain my composure, thoughts flooded my mind...What if my mail was misdelivered on March 1st? What if the substitute mailman delivered at the end of the day, instead of early in the morning? Would I have to miss my mid-morning yoga and latte with the ladies? The horror!!
Monday morning, I began making calls to feign sickness so that no one would know that I would lie in wait, all day, for the anticipated large, thick envelopes. The substitute mail carrier finally came at 2:33pm- I couldn't see down long driveway what had been delivered...so, I walked, then jogged with anticipation...I opened the mailbox, a long thick envelope - it was from from Neiman's!!! I tossed it to the ground, and then - I saw them two regular sized envelopes from our #1 and #2 schools and a thick large envelope from our #3 school...I slowly walked back not wanting to immediately know if the first two letters were rejections or polite wait lists... |
Anonymous
| I was on the way to work at the office, after dropping the kid off at her current school, all the while hoping against all hope that this would be her last year there. I kept toggling between my email and and some login portals of the six private schools that we'd applied to. Traffic Tuesday elongated my commute...I really hoped to be at my desk because driving and looking at the small screen was difficult. I made it to the parking garage and had to endure "no service" as I parked and rode the elevator up. Shit!!! I forgot about my meeting this morning, finally after sitting through what felt an hour of a meeting for meeting's sake, I walked quickly to my office and shut the door. Logged in to email...Congrats from #1 choice! Called spouse - celebrating...then we paused because now we had to figure out how to pay for it... |
Anonymous
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Wait lists are very real destinations. They are not a polite way of saying no. You can apply again the following year for a positive result.
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Anonymous
Nice touch with the potpourri and cashmere in the mailbox. ? |
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Anonymous
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These replies are all lies.
You find out by sitting in front of your e-mail account, hitting "refresh" every 3 seconds. |
Anonymous
You'll never get in without a cashmere lined box. 
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Anonymous
Can I substitute laptop wrapped in gold foil? |
Anonymous
I just threw up in my mouth a little. And my son went to private |
Anonymous
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LOL... this...son and daughter at separate "elite" privates
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Anonymous
I'm laughing so hard at this..This is totally what I'll do. |
Anonymous
| Most pathetic thread ever. |