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10:11 p.m. - December 28, 2002 They were here for nearly 20 minutes. I believe I did my duty by the Lady Friend and thus preserved family harmony, though I didn't really say much at all about the ins and outs of Stanford. I mean come on, do I serve on selection committees and wield Welcome! or You Dumb-Ass, How Could You Even Consider Us! letters? I'm a graduate student (well, not again until January, but still) but this is a common perception, that once in, one becomes an admissions maven. If that were so, I wouldn't be the only one hawking my services in conjunction with Kaplan & Co. and taking out full-page Yellow Page ads in the How To section. I'm doubly annoyed tonight; the banshee dog, unexpected company; and my phone keeps ringing, so that makes me tripley annoyed (yes, yes, I know: Tripley is not a word). Bah humbug. Or something.
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