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Dylan looked at the other students and knew that he had no chance of getting
into Yale. These other students were obviously better than he was: smarter,
richer, braver. Yale was for people like this Polo here, someone who wanted
to study semiotics and linguistics, whatever they were. Or for Allison,
who wrote her songs. Dylan getting admitted to Yale was about as likely
as getting Allison to take a second look at him. If you thought about
it, girls and college were a lot alike: there was Early Decision, Regular
Admission, and Wait List. The only difference was that with college you
took SAT's whereas with girls there were all these other secret examinations
you took and failed without even knowing it. It would be nice, actually,
knowing what your scores were in life. That way you wouldn't keep trying
to ask out Stanford when in all probability you'd wind up married to somebody
like the University of Las Vegas.
Excerpt written
by Jennifer Finney Boylan and reprinted with her permission
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