Baby Einsteins Go To Harvard
You know the story. With the flurry of acceptance letters comes inspirational, vomit-inducing stories in local papers. You know, the ones extolling the admitted students' virtues (brainy, friendly, well-liked, and modest!), detailing the horrible, horrible dilemma of being accepted to multiple schools with various scholarship options (Harvard?! or Princeton?? or Stanford??? or a FULL RIDE TO [insert state school]?!?! OMG MY LIFE IS SO DIFFICULT!! FML!!), and of course, FlyBy's favorite—recounting highly storied anecdotes from their time as a precocious child budding with Ivy League potential ("Alfonso was always the first to finish coloring in his kindergarten class—we always knew he would do great things.")
Toolish quotes after the jump.
Yeah, these stories sell. Especially when local reporters manage to make you look more insufferable than you actually are. Parents intent on breeding Harvard graduates cut these out and pin them above their offspring's beds for nightly inspiration.
But all gentle mockery aside, FlyBy sincerely welcomes the incoming class of budding Einsteins and future POTUSes. Congratulations, Class of 2013.