Someone I know posted this on another board I frequent, this was just so... RIDICULOUS that I had to pass it on...
I think my brain did a BSoD when I finished reading that, attempted to reboot, then promptly went BSoD again...
An update since I was foolish enough to feel genuinely bad for my stepsister. After learning she was rejected from an additional 7 schools, I had the following conversation with my dad:
Him: So, bad news. We heard from the Ivies this week. She didn't get in anywhere.
Me: Seriously?
Him: None of them.
Me: Not even Princeton? [Legacy]
Him: Nope.
Me: Not even Columbia? [Legacy]
Him: No. We're just... and her mother is just incredibly upset.
Me: I don't get it. I mean, she's perfect. [She really is.]
Him: *shakes head* I don't know what happened. I mean, we even hired someone to write her essays.
Me: Wait, what?
Him: We hired a professional guy to write all her essays.
Me: *flabbergasted* Seriously?
Him: Yeah. What?
Me: Um, you know that they have software that scans language patterns and checks for plagiarism, right?
Him: What do you mean?
Me: I mean they can tell pretty much immediately if she didn't actually write her own essays. What the hell, dad? Why would you do that?
Him: Oh. Well, it wasn't my call.
Me: Uh-huh.
tl;dr: four years of private high school, private tutors, test prep, college prep, fine arts academies, camps, seminars, etc., plus all the community service, volunteer work, and extra-curriculars they could cram into her schedule go completely down the drain. At least she might catch a nap this summer.
Him: So, bad news. We heard from the Ivies this week. She didn't get in anywhere.
Me: Seriously?
Him: None of them.
Me: Not even Princeton? [Legacy]
Him: Nope.
Me: Not even Columbia? [Legacy]
Him: No. We're just... and her mother is just incredibly upset.
Me: I don't get it. I mean, she's perfect. [She really is.]
Him: *shakes head* I don't know what happened. I mean, we even hired someone to write her essays.
Me: Wait, what?
Him: We hired a professional guy to write all her essays.
Me: *flabbergasted* Seriously?
Him: Yeah. What?
Me: Um, you know that they have software that scans language patterns and checks for plagiarism, right?
Him: What do you mean?
Me: I mean they can tell pretty much immediately if she didn't actually write her own essays. What the hell, dad? Why would you do that?
Him: Oh. Well, it wasn't my call.
Me: Uh-huh.
tl;dr: four years of private high school, private tutors, test prep, college prep, fine arts academies, camps, seminars, etc., plus all the community service, volunteer work, and extra-curriculars they could cram into her schedule go completely down the drain. At least she might catch a nap this summer.
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