<p>Oh, all right, old but wise: Mea culpa!</p>
<p>From the moment D was conceived, hubby and I tenaciously chanted the full list of Ivy League schools to my expanding belly, careful not to neglect MIT. Swaddling her in an attractive red Harvard blanket, we carted D home from the hospital, already planning the fascinating traumatic experiences to which we -- the most dedicated of parents --could subject her to in order to make for truly juicy college essays, and a greatly enhanced chance of her applications making it through the initial screenings. </p>
<p>Oh how time flies! Soon she was walking and although we had already tossed her in an icy lake over and over, having heard that Dartmouth really loves a water polor player with a long term commitment to the sport, we realized that we hadn't yet picked a true passion for her to pursue. Carefully analyzing how we could telescope the various requirements for college admissions, we decided that a passion for curing cancer in her spare time would also go a long way to fulfill that pesky demand that students serve their communities, especially if she cured cancer in poor people! And just in case she needed a back-up passion, we strapped her chubby little feet into tiny toe shoes and decided that she could be captain of a tiny tot ballet team that could also -- big inspiration here -- raise money to cure cancer in poor people! (Of course, not being totally unrealistic, we realized that the tiny tot team would have to achieve international recognition to give her any kind of a meaningful admissions boost.)</p>
<p>Naturally, as soon as she started cutting herself, we had to switch her artistic endevor to ice skating, relying on those nice neck to toe leotards to cover the unsightly scars. But couples skating was just the thing because all that binging and purging made her light as a feather and her partner could lift her over his head so easily. And we heard that Yale really loves ice skaters! </p>
<p>Anyway, all of this extracurricular wonderfulness left D very little time to be a straight-A student in the 23 AP courses we decided she should complete before graduation, taking an IB diploma on the side just to be safe, so we were lucky enough to find nocturnal tutors in every single subject, as well as a helpful sports psychologist who trained her not only to get by but to remain perky on 37 minutes of high quality sleep per night! </p>
<p>And whenever her motivation flagged, we were always quick to provide her with large quantities of inappropriate prescription drugs obtained from her kindly yet unscrupulous pediatrician and daily reassurance that we would never never stop loving her unless, of course, she attended a mediocre college merely in the top 25 and brought shame and disgrace to our family and made it impossible for us to continue to lead fulfilling lives through her vicariously. </p>
<p>We did meet with her hapless GC, who had the audacity to utter words like "fit" and "psychotic" and (shudder) "safety schools," but we ignored the incompetent fool who clearly had far less understanding of the admissions process than we did, and made what could be interpreted as a disparaging remark about the inspirational shrine to US New and World Report we had constructed in our livingroom...and don't get me started on what she had to say about the burnt offerings!</p>
<p>Sadly, D imploded under the weight of all our helpfulness...Do you think it was a mistake not to let her know that we might still love her a little bit if she were an utter failure and ended up at a top 10 LAC?</p>