You did me a favor by rejecting me. I didn't tell any friends or family I applied to you because even sending an application your way sounds douchey. Your reputation for douchiness precedes you much more than any of your prestige. I did spread the news of my rejection and my friends, family, and coworkers were all very pleased that I wouldn't be turning into what they imagine the average Harvard Law student to be.
I once thought you and I could accomplish great things, but honestly I'm not actually sure you really help anyone accomplish great things…for every Barack Obama that emerges from your hallowed halls there is also a Tom Cotton, whose greatest contribution to society, thus far, is his uproarious twitter feed.
Even if I look past the awful colors, the terrible Boston weather, the fact that your basketball team is about to get wrecked by UNC this evening (I'm calling a 30 point loss; what do you think, JS?), and the fact that I likely would have been surrounded with the worst kind of strivers this nation has to offer, there's still the fact that there is some kind of brainwashing happening at Harvard that needs to be investigated. The evidence is rampant on the pages of TLS. Dropping hundreds of thousands of dollars on a degree in a rough job market should make an individual feel a little uncertainty, if not outright terror, about their decision, yet your students seem mindlessly sure that their decision was the right call. So, Harvard, thank you for excluding me from whatever kool-aid you pass around at ASW.
See ya never,