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

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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.

man, sounds straight out of a Bret Easton Ellis book...

This truly is the best dcurbanmom post ever.

this is my favorite post ever. i laughed out loud. so glad someone found the thread and brought it back. good luck everyone!

Reupping this gem for everyone waiting for news . .

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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 from page 3 is really my favorite. I giggle every time I read it.

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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.

And this gem.

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I have read this thread every year since it's inception, and every year I look forward to it's resurrection. I hope it lasts for years to come for future generations to enjoy.

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Anonymous wrote:Just came back from a cruise of a lifetime when a pesky man from CDC called and said I need to go get tested for that annoying cough I had on the ship. I explained no fool today is the day I wait for the HOS from Holton to call me and let me know that my DD is in and will surely be on her way to the greatness she was denied when they WL her six years ago. That awful day forced us to stay at our low brow k8. We were to embarrassed to apply again quickly. Pesky man agreed this was way more important than community health and wished us good luck. He would come over himself to test so I could wait for my call. Call came at noon and not a minute too soon as I was now on the floor with coughing. I was barely able to drink the champagne sent via drone from my husband’s partners at Vincent and Elkins. Thankfully the CDC allowed the celebration before they shipped me off to Nebraska for special quarantine. I may be living in a six by 10 room for the next few months by my DD is in at Holton!!! Life is good!!!

Oh, this is good. Yes, looking forward to the Covid versions - this year will have a special spin. Thanks for the laughs, DCUM!

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Anonymous wrote:I was waiting by the front door of my significantly overleveraged house, which has 5 bedrooms in the 20016 zipcode but which has no furniture except in the front room in case someone visits. For the entire month of March, I had taken to wearing Depends Undergarments, so I could stand by the mailbox uninterrupted for the 12 hour window during which mail could conceivably be delivered. Each morning at 7 I donned a suitably WASPy Lilly Pulitzer dress so that if someone from Beauvoir had surveillance cameras on me, I looked appropriately attired for the big moment.

I walked out to the box and looked to see if any of my 20016 neighbors were watching me, and opened it. Inside I saw a fatish white envelope. My heart started to pound frantically, and I remember thinking, "I'm going to freaking ram this up the ass of the March of Dimes if this is some solicitation from them..."

There are some really good ones here...

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This is so stupid. Not funny. Highly pretentious gits all of you.

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I already know because I received my delivery of chapulines abodabos early this year.

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Anonymous wrote:This is so stupid. Not funny. Highly pretentious gits all of you.

It's hilarious.

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Working my axx of to pay the tuition fees.

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Anonymous wrote:Pre-K: I was skiing in Yabuli Ski Resort, China. I got a call from our housesitter, who received the 3 Big envelopes. "Madam, you have a problem: to choose one of them." I dropped the phone in the deep snow. We had to hire 3 eunuchok to find it after all.

I trusted the housesitter's choice, but it didn't work. After two years, we decided to switch schools since DC was not being challenged there.

1st grade: I was sailing in Bora Bora, French Polynesia. DC called me between his Chamicuro lesson and AP Drum class. I told him to pick one of the 2 Big envelopes, but he said it was too stressful and started crying. I dropped the phone again. Luckily, Apple released a new model the next day.

Obviously, DC made a bad choice. We applied again this year.

6th grade: This time I am dying to know and decided to stay in DC. We applied to only one school since, as you know, there are only 3 Big 3s and he had been in 2 of them. Duh. During the last two months, I stayed right here at DCUrbanMoms trying to find out if his 97% SSAT will be enough. If his B in French will be a problem. If his goalie position in soccer will erase his chances. I did my best. I follow your directions and wear my Harvard cap to the interview. I made him practice Q&A, handshake, and little lies. I told the admission people that I am great with auctions although I hate it more than I hate my MIL. Five minutes ago, I called the school and got the answering machine. Do you think it means a rejection?

Fabulous.

Oh my... I wrote this. Was it last year or before? Funny thing: DC ended up in a big 3. Luckily, it IS a great fit and the next application will be college. But I don’t even want to think about that!

This makes no sense. How could a boy get into the top 3? One is coed and the other two are single sex of opposite genders.

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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.

And this gem.

Yeah. This is funny. Good luck all!

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Too many posts on here are fake lately.

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Op is crazy

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Vomit. Only a Karen would write this drivel and think it's funny .