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

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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...

I love this old thread and look forward to revisiting it every year.

But this one with the March of Dimes literally makes me laugh out loud every time I read it.

Me too. Come on people, we know some of you are out of your minds with stress today - give this thread a good read and learn to laugh at yourself a little. Believe me, if you do get in That School, you're going to need a sense of humor to endure some of it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

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...

I love this old thread and look forward to revisiting it every year.

But this one with the March of Dimes literally makes me laugh out loud every time I read it.

I also look forward to this thread being resurrected every year! For me, it's the "unforgivable incident with the Ming vase" one. In fact, sometimes randomly throughout the year I think of it and laugh.

Hang on, in fact I found it so I could paste it here:

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.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

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...

I love this old thread and look forward to revisiting it every year.

But this one with the March of Dimes literally makes me laugh out loud every time I read it.

Me too. Come on people, we know some of you are out of your minds with stress today - give this thread a good read and learn to laugh at yourself a little. Believe me, if you do get in That School, you're going to need a sense of humor to endure some of it.

This March of Dimes bit is amazing.

[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...

I was feeling elite, while reading the acceptance letter in my elite house (on my elite street) and staring through the window at my non-elite neighbors whose poor non-elite children attend a non-elite private school. It feels good to be elite.

[Anonymous]

I was reading DCUM from my office yesterday, anxiously fretting. I saw someone post about a package of swag from Potomac so I pathetically went downstairs and opened my front door and there it was in all its glory, two big brown envelopes from Maret.

[Anonymous]

Not this thread again. 🤔

[Anonymous]

bumpity bump bc 12 years later, why not?

[Anonymous]

I still love the “Horse and Hounds” one with the ketamine. I giggle just thinking about it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:It was a Wednesday, because I remember it was Non-Missionary-Position-Sex day, which I dread.

I was helping plan out posters for the Chevy Chase Club's Ladies' Night Out Manolo Blahnik Spring Trunk Show, when I heard my postal carrier screaming as she was being attacked by my neighbor Fay's black lab.
I ran out to see if I could retrieve my mail before any blood got on it. From under my mail lady's writhing body, I saw a large envelope in a stack of rubber-banded mail destined for my house. I lifted one of her calves and retrieved my mail and glided back into the house. What a thrilling moment.

And the trunk show was a smash.

😂 This thread is fantastic. Helping me pass the time til March.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Checking the email/mailbox because I never went Ravenna. I waited to get an email or letter in the mail.

Yeah, Ravenna has taken some of the breathless anticipation out of the whole process.

Oh, I don’t know. I was useless the day acceptances were sent. Waiting breathlessly as I clicked on Ravenna repeatedly through the day.

It was a Wednesday. Repeatedly clicking refresh on Ravenna was aggravating my tennis elbow which was causing me to get increasingly irritated because I had a match against that awful Goldy Shulman at the Edgemoor Club…

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:It was a Wednesday, because I remember it was Non-Missionary-Position-Sex day, which I dread.

I was helping plan out posters for the Chevy Chase Club's Ladies' Night Out Manolo Blahnik Spring Trunk Show, when I heard my postal carrier screaming as she was being attacked by my neighbor Fay's black lab.
I ran out to see if I could retrieve my mail before any blood got on it. From under my mail lady's writhing body, I saw a large envelope in a stack of rubber-banded mail destined for my house. I lifted one of her calves and retrieved my mail and glided back into the house. What a thrilling moment.

And the trunk show was a smash.

😂 This thread is fantastic. Helping me pass the time til March.

LOL, totally forgot about it, but good for some shit and giggles tonight.

GL to everyone who is waiting for the mail lady.

[Anonymous]

Bumping this seasonal classic, for everyone waiting . . .

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Not this thread again. 🤔

Why do you read the thread if you don't like it. Move kn.

[Anonymous]

fat 8 ball

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I was skiing into our winter home in Vail. Literally coming down the slope into our back entrance. I was traipsing into our back entry way and removing my ski pants, when our housekeeper, Maria, excitedly handed me a package! Maria knows that she is to leave all mail addressed to me in my third floor office, so this was highly unusual.

Anyway, opened the package (sent to our Chevy Chase address and popped into a box and overnighted with other mail along with Ava’s forgotten extra ski goggles) and honestly wasn’t at all surprised. Ava was napping and so left the goggles outside her bedroom door. Didn’t tell Ava until we were back home. She’s a reluctant student and any change in her schedule causes her great anxiety.