doesnt basically everyone get in who applies? and who can afford the tuition? this schools are not particularly selective.

i remember it vividly. i had one of my employees write me a small javascript plugin that automatically checked the portal at 4pm and play a sound depending on admission. I KNOW...im a bit obsessed but it was a lot of work we put into it and I just wanted to know.

Anyway, 4pm...my computer plays Jay"Z Big Pimpin ...."We doin, big pimpin, we spendin' cheese". WE DID IT. I DID IT....arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. we got in. I opened my drawer, took out a vile and poured out a little mountain and cut a nice thick line. Sniffffffffffffffff....it's party time baby. Called my mistress and told her I need to meet her asap. I did her so good that afternoon. Needed to get back home asap for dinner and the worst part came. I had to tell me side-piece that I had to make some financial cuts and I won't be able to pay her extra anymore...life happens, gotta make sacrifices

Anonymous wrote:Checking the website (or snail mail), obviously.

Argh. I miss the bleaching people here.

Anonymous wrote:Nicely done, though I think your chances of 6th grade admission would've been much greater with AP Parkour on the application. Maybe a large, pre-emptive donation to the school is in order?

Checking the website (or snail mail), obviously.

Nicely done, though I think your chances of 6th grade admission would've been much greater with AP Parkour on the application. Maybe a large, pre-emptive donation to the school is in order?

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?

Wow, this was bumped kinda early this year! A fave thread.

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.

To provide both solace and humor to DCUM newbies waiting for news, I'm doing us all a service and reviving this classic chain.

Eating Doritos and drinking Big Red.

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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...

Tears from reading this... so many tears... (of laughter, natch)

Always love when this post resurfaces...

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Anonymous wrote:This thread is pathetic, but i was boarding a flight to asia.

You need a sense of humor. Pick one up next time you go to Asia.

But what if it’s a cheap knockoff?

This thread is like “The 10 Commandments “ on Easter - always fun to watch!

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Anonymous wrote:IMO this thread should be closed. I can't see anyone ever topping the PK/St. Albans/Yale/HLS post.

Agree about the PK/St Albany’s/Yale/HLS Post. But if it were locked, we couldn’t bump it up every year around now. We’d have to link to it, and future generations wouldn’t click on the link and they’d totally miss out.

Sorry, should've added that this thread should be stickied too.

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Anonymous wrote:This thread is pathetic, but i was boarding a flight to asia.

You need a sense of humor. Pick one up next time you go to Asia.

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