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

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Bumping this in anticipation of tomorrow’s additions!

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Anonymous wrote:Bumping this in anticipation of tomorrow’s additions!

Love this thread!

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Singing the Cynthia Erivo “that’s my line” hook while riding high in my luxury SUV…and belting it out right and well by the way.

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Hahaha I totally thought this was for Harvard or MIT. St Albans? Giirrrllll who cares lol

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I hope to meet the

“schtupping the head of school, what else?”

respondent in person one day.

I just want to shake his/her hand. 😂

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Anonymous wrote:Hahaha I totally thought this was for Harvard or MIT. St Albans? Giirrrllll who cares lol

Harvard is not elite.

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I remember where I was when my son got into pk4 at my dcps lol. Hopefully I’ll have more good news today.

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Anonymous wrote:Bumping this in anticipation of tomorrow’s additions!

Love this thread, It brings a lot of humor. Some of the initial posts are classic and truly hilarious. Thanks to all who wrote the witty posts

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Anonymous wrote:Hahaha I totally thought this was for Harvard or MIT. St Albans? Giirrrllll who cares lol

Move on then. Let those of us who find it funny enjoy a good laugh!

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The 'whipping the made with a rolled up copy of horse and hounds" makes me laugh out loud every time. Exactly the dose of levity I needed as I'm waiting for decision emails.

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Almost that time of year again, folks. So, I'm bumping this for everyone's reading pleasure.

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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 can’t be a serious post…

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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 can’t be a serious post…

None of them are serious...that's the fun.

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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 can’t be a serious post…

And in a forum population ranging from Zillenial second (or third) wives to bitter Gen Xers who used donor eggs 17 years ago, the communication gap widens…

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Anonymous wrote:Almost that time of year again, folks. So, I'm bumping this for everyone's reading pleasure.

THANK YOU!!!