c'mon Stanford, where is the catharsis?
it's a wait list, of course,...or worse!
let's not be simple, this is an increasingly bad omen...
but I can't help holding on to an impossible expectation.
eck, who needs your Eden like environs and chummy entrepreneurial ubermenschen.
(to be recited with bitterness and clothing disheveled after a night of carousing: shirts half tucked and hair half mussed while a chorus of affluent and well groomed princes of the Ivy League types shake their heads in pitying disapproval)
Act II: Miraculous Acceptance featuring Stanford Dean of Admissions making congratulatory phone call in contralto to high soprano, followed by ballad in which applicant begs for continuing financial aid.