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 is the best one, the one that made it all possible. The greatest comic of all, yet she thought she was being quite serious.

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.

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...

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was at home waiting on the mail. My son was accepted in all Big 3 schools for K. I was shocked.

This was 10 years ago. My son is in 11th grade now.

Such memories. Hopefully you'll update us when his Yale acceptance comes thru. Yawn.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was at home waiting on the mail. My son was accepted in all Big 3 schools for K. I was shocked.

This was 10 years ago. My son is in 11th grade now.

Anonymous wrote:I was at home waiting on the mail. My son was accepted in all Big 3 schools for K. I was shocked.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

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.

A dozen years later, and IMO this is still the greatest post in the history of DCUM. PP, I hope you are still here.

I was looking for this post today. So hilarious. I hope we're friends, PP

I'd never seen this thread before...truly hilarious!!!

Too soon in admissions season to revive it, my child

Anonymous wrote:

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.

A dozen years later, and IMO this is still the greatest post in the history of DCUM. PP, I hope you are still here.

I was looking for this post today. So hilarious. I hope we're friends, PP

I'd never seen this thread before...truly hilarious!!!

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.

A dozen years later, and IMO this is still the greatest post in the history of DCUM. PP, I hope you are still here.

I was looking for this post today. So hilarious. I hope we're friends, PP

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Nothing- as we didn't go that route and don't value it at all.
Supporting our public school, supporting teachers, programs, community- priceless.

Sorry you are poor-- poverty sucks!

I was busy flaunting my wealth on DCUM and trying to make another poster feel bad about their family’s prospects when I heard the mailbox door slam. I quickly closed my laptop, leaving that sad, sad DCUM woman dangling, and ran outside my faux-Italianate Potomac McMansion. As the massive, impressive carved oak doors slammed behind me I almost slipped on the pink granite stairs. There was nothing in the mailbox. But I knew this was the day, because Muffy had just texted about little Madison’s acceptance. So I ran down the street after that sorry excuse for a mailman and grabbed him by the nasty shoilder strap of his mail bag. He found the envelope, but I had to promise him my Cartier love bracelet. Fat chance, that prole’s wife would look horrible in it, not nearly as glam as me.

If your driveway in Potomac is so short that you can hear the mailbox close…are you even rich enough to call yourself middle-class on the Money and Finance forum?

Let me guess: four years you’ll be filing out FAFSA “for merit purposes only.”

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.

A dozen years later, and IMO this is still the greatest post in the history of DCUM. PP, I hope you are still here.