Taught a lesson on "total desperation."
On meritocracy and snobs.
Look, a college-inspired tie perfect for spilling beer on.
"They may not teach very well, but you can’t make a sow’s ear out of a silk purse."
"The nightmare scenario, if you will, is that you apply with a 3.5 from Princeton and someone just as smart as you applies with a 3.8 from Yale."
Local news finds only completely apathetic men on the street.
And they break the unwritten rule of Cornell graduates: Don't make a fuss about which part of the school you attended.
In which we argue that our beloved hometown Ivy might have to come up with a new nickname.
But what if an athlete has you beat at the game of life? What if you’re inferior to an athelete intellectually, too?
Kids at Dalton and other prep schools have been settling for second-choice schools. Has the system screwed the rich?
An 'Observer' story today reminds us that we always seem to be reading shocking tales of graduates from elite schools having to do — gasp — hard work.
A word to the wise: if you are a con man, do not get your gay boyfriend mad.