<p>@Idontgive:</p>
<p>Well aren’t we showing off today? My oh my. My immigrant father worked 60-hour work weeks as a cook at a Chinese restaurant for forty years. My mom, who didn’t speak English, learned enough to work every evening as a waitress. I worked as a dishwasher. I attended a magnet HS in a large urban school district – which now has the nation’s lowest HS graduation rate. I don’t think I ever met much less knew an Ivy league student/alum before I met my interviewer for Yale. I was a fin aid recipient, working every semester and summer while there. Afterward, I worked in NFPs and now work for a federal agency. I interview and recruit for Yale because as of how admirable I found it to be. Too bad you’ll never get to taste something so sweet.</p>
<p>Well, I correct myself. It’s not too bad. I hope you never get to take a step on Yale’s campus. But I won’t waste any more electrons on the moronic musings of a HS student. Case closed.</p>