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

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I had just come in from a 12 hour night shift at the hospital. I was really worried because the charter school lottery didn't pan out well for us. If DC didn't get into at least one of the four private schools we applied to and get a substantial amount of financial aid DC was headed to the crappy neighborhood school. Notifications were all by either email or portal. I kept refreshing my gmail account. The first email came. Happiness quickly turned into dispare. Admitted, no financial aid. Then another email. Admitted, not enough aid. My dreams were quickly fading. Checked a portal. Punch to the gut. Rejected. How dare they (stupid green kids holding hands)? They would be lucky to have my DC. Then an email from our top choice -- Congratulations it said!!! My heart was pounding! I called DH. He asked, "and the aid?" I realized I didn't know. There was no mention of it. Sadness crept over me. I refreshed again. Another email! I opened it...and there it was, in black and white...A POT OF GOLD! We had been offered the amount of aid we needed to make this life line a reality! DC was spared the crappy DCPS education being handed out in the ghettos of DC and was headed to Big 3! I couldn't wait to watch DC navigate the organized chaos that awaited!

charter lottery comes AFTER private notifications, so. . . are you lying? Or is this HS?

I am joking. I assume most of these posts are jokes. Right? Like these can't possibly be real!

[Anonymous]

I remember the moment because I was kissing goodbye to my savings and any thoughts of early retirement.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I had just come in from a 12 hour night shift at the hospital. I was really worried because the charter school lottery didn't pan out well for us. If DC didn't get into at least one of the four private schools we applied to and get a substantial amount of financial aid DC was headed to the crappy neighborhood school. Notifications were all by either email or portal. I kept refreshing my gmail account. The first email came. Happiness quickly turned into dispare. Admitted, no financial aid. Then another email. Admitted, not enough aid. My dreams were quickly fading. Checked a portal. Punch to the gut. Rejected. How dare they (stupid green kids holding hands)? They would be lucky to have my DC. Then an email from our top choice -- Congratulations it said!!! My heart was pounding! I called DH. He asked, "and the aid?" I realized I didn't know. There was no mention of it. Sadness crept over me. I refreshed again. Another email! I opened it...and there it was, in black and white...A POT OF GOLD! We had been offered the amount of aid we needed to make this life line a reality! DC was spared the crappy DCPS education being handed out in the ghettos of DC and was headed to Big 3! I couldn't wait to watch DC navigate the organized chaos that awaited!

charter lottery comes AFTER private notifications, so. . . are you lying? Or is this HS?

I am joking. I assume most of these posts are jokes. Right? Like these can't possibly be real!

Yours seemed plausible to me! Up here in Baltimore the charter school lotteries are mostly in the week leading up to decision day for the independent schools.

[Anonymous]

I was in Vegas at the slots at the Wynn. I was there for a conference and they started coming in at Midnight and I had to wake up my wife and kids since it was 9 PM in Vegas.

[Anonymous]

I'm so glad this post was bumped. Now that I know this is a time I'll remember forever (and perhaps be asked to explain) I want to make sure I'm doing something worthy of the moment. My primary worry is whether or not I can go an entire day without masturbating or picking my nose...

[Anonymous]

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...

Elite Pk? LMAO!

[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...

Elite Pk? LMAO!

It's where the green children go.

[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...

Elite Pk? LMAO!

Awww, there was no fat envelope jammed inside your box???

[Anonymous]

I was consulting with a college counselor on what activities would get my son into Harvard! I wouldn't be caught dead with a son who couldn't ge into an IVy. That would be, well, embarrassing! OMG, I get nauseous thinking about schools like University of Michigan. The horror!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

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...

Elite Pk? LMAO!

Awww, there was no fat envelope jammed inside your box???

Hey, save it for the explicit forum!

[Anonymous]

Love this thread every year about this time when it pops up!

[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, and will always be, the best post ever on DCUM. It never gets old.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

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, and will always be, the best post ever on DCUM. It never gets old.

Time to revisit this. Always makes me laugh.

[Anonymous]

Refreshing Ravenna like a nutcase. I nearly peed on the kitchen floor!

[Anonymous]

I was scouting for a space on the back of my imported SUV for my school sticker.