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Shalom alechem, chaverim! Today was a lovely day so I think now's as good a time as any to resume this long-lost cycle of livejournalization. So today I got a (rather unexpected) (and quite pleasant) letter from Yale University that began as follows:
"Dear Mr. Solomon,
Congratulations! Every once in a while in the midst of reading hundreds of files, an admissions officer will be so excited about a student's application that he or she will come to me to ask if we might reserve a place in next year's class for that student. I am very pleased to tell you that this has happened in your case, and that we are provisionally reserving a place in the Class of 2010 for you. Such an offer before the normal notification date is highly unusual: from the record number of over 19,700 applications we received last year, not even 100 applications inspire us to send this sort of early notice. As long as you maintain (or exceed!) your current level of performance in school and there is no negative change in your record, I anticipate that the Committee on Admissions will mail you a formal letter of admission on March 30, 2006."
The letter went on to discuss how amazing this Yale place is and why I should go there, why I'm right for it, what programs they have for me, etc. So being as I haven't gotten accepted to any colleges yet and my decisions track record thus far is dismal (deferred from Harvard and rejected from Cambridge), this came as quite the pleasant surprise. I mean, it's Yale!! ~gets very excited~
It's still starting to sink in.
Ah, but on a more light-hearted note. Today I was sitting in English, behind Pat and diagonally from Josh (who was next to Pat). Mr. Jasper was reading the new Harry Potter book, but with this tremendously large font. Like, the ink on the letter "A" had more combined volume than the sum of the body volumes of all the black people at a KFC in Harlem at any given time. He was only on the first chapter, had just started the book, so somehow my discussion of the book's secrets--improvised as I went on--devolved into something sick and entirely unoriginal. I told him:
So you know who dies, right? (Josh: NO!!) Oh, it's OK. It's Harry. Dumbledore kills him. (Pat snickers) (Isn't "snickers" a funny word when used outside of the candy bar context?) Oh man but the best is the scene when Harry rapes Hermione. It's amazing, he walks into her room and starts fucking her, and then Ron comes in takes her up the ass. So Harry's on one side, Ron's on the other and they're both fucking her, then Ginny, Fred, and George come in and shit all over them. Harry and Ron pull out and Dumbledore, amazed, asks "Well, what do you call that?", to which Harry answers: "The Aristocrats!"
Yes, some of you understood the humor in that and some of you are aghast with horror at what the Intel finalist is saying. If you fall in the latter category, go watch "The Aristocrats"!
Shalom my friends :)
"Dear Mr. Solomon,
Congratulations! Every once in a while in the midst of reading hundreds of files, an admissions officer will be so excited about a student's application that he or she will come to me to ask if we might reserve a place in next year's class for that student. I am very pleased to tell you that this has happened in your case, and that we are provisionally reserving a place in the Class of 2010 for you. Such an offer before the normal notification date is highly unusual: from the record number of over 19,700 applications we received last year, not even 100 applications inspire us to send this sort of early notice. As long as you maintain (or exceed!) your current level of performance in school and there is no negative change in your record, I anticipate that the Committee on Admissions will mail you a formal letter of admission on March 30, 2006."
The letter went on to discuss how amazing this Yale place is and why I should go there, why I'm right for it, what programs they have for me, etc. So being as I haven't gotten accepted to any colleges yet and my decisions track record thus far is dismal (deferred from Harvard and rejected from Cambridge), this came as quite the pleasant surprise. I mean, it's Yale!! ~gets very excited~
It's still starting to sink in.
Ah, but on a more light-hearted note. Today I was sitting in English, behind Pat and diagonally from Josh (who was next to Pat). Mr. Jasper was reading the new Harry Potter book, but with this tremendously large font. Like, the ink on the letter "A" had more combined volume than the sum of the body volumes of all the black people at a KFC in Harlem at any given time. He was only on the first chapter, had just started the book, so somehow my discussion of the book's secrets--improvised as I went on--devolved into something sick and entirely unoriginal. I told him:
So you know who dies, right? (Josh: NO!!) Oh, it's OK. It's Harry. Dumbledore kills him. (Pat snickers) (Isn't "snickers" a funny word when used outside of the candy bar context?) Oh man but the best is the scene when Harry rapes Hermione. It's amazing, he walks into her room and starts fucking her, and then Ron comes in takes her up the ass. So Harry's on one side, Ron's on the other and they're both fucking her, then Ginny, Fred, and George come in and shit all over them. Harry and Ron pull out and Dumbledore, amazed, asks "Well, what do you call that?", to which Harry answers: "The Aristocrats!"
Yes, some of you understood the humor in that and some of you are aghast with horror at what the Intel finalist is saying. If you fall in the latter category, go watch "The Aristocrats"!
Shalom my friends :)