has spent the summer building houses for the homeless in Oregonâ¦â
My eyes skip to the picture. A tall, well-built man with light hair, a cleft in his chin, a dimple in his cheek and a serious look on his face is crouching over rubble.
Oh, my. Bradley Green III is gorgeous.
I pull out one of his essays, entitled âWhat Matters to Me and Why,â and read the first paragraph:
On my fourteenth birthday I was given a fish tank and two bright goldfish. The tank still sits in the corner of my room, flush against the wall. Along that same wall is my bed with a clear view through the side of the tank. When people walk into the room and take the time to admire the fish they always look at the tank head-on, neglecting the alternate view through the side of the tank. I always hold a high regard for the varied viewpoint offered from my bed that serves as a different, enlightening perspective into the lives of my enclosed aqua-friends. The driving force behind the vast majority of choices I have made is the desire to view issues and experience life through a multitude of perspectives. This is why I have volunteered around the country, traveled extensively and chose to work at the Lerner Hong Kong branch for my first year. I have always attempted to see beyond my own biases into other peopleâs points of views, and I believe that a business degree from LWBS will allow me a challenging new perspective.
He has fish!
Here we go. Iâm in love. Again.
Bradley Green III is brilliant, ambitious, gorgeous, well traveled, has perspective, has fish, and builds houses for the homeless. And according to his address, he now lives and works in Manhattan. And heâs applying to LWBS.
If heâs not the perfect man for me, I donât know who is. If I had the computer program that the guys in the movie Weird Science used to make the perfect woman, I couldnât have produced a more ideal man.
The perfect man whose phone number is directly in my line of vision.
No, I canât call him. Extracting information about an applicant for my own purpose would be unethical. I tally up his score. His GMAT translates into a ten out of ten; work experience a nine; college marksâI peek at his transcriptâa four point five! Heâs better than perfect, and here I thought only high school granted extra creditâI give him a perfect ten (unfortunately, I canât give him extra credit); referencesâglowing, but why am I surprised?âfive out of five, essays five out of five; and overall impressions Iâm giving him another five. Thatâs a total of forty-four out of forty five. Heâs most definitely in.
All right. Iâve done all I can ethically do. If he comes to LWBS, I can introduce myself and let love weave its magic.
But magic aside, why leave anything to chance?
I change his work-experience score to ten. If youâre better than perfect in one area, you should be allowed to let the extra credit spill over to an area thatâs lacking.
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Itâs ten-thirty and I canât sleep. I have to pee. I do not feel like standing up, slipping on pajamas, finding my slippers and walking all the way down the hall. I will not be able to fall asleep if I have to pee. Iâll just think about something else. Something fun.
I reboot my computer and click onto the New YorkTimes Web site. I search for Bradley Green, and click on his photo.
So hot. Now for some sexy music.
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Itâs now eleven oâclock and I still have to pee.
I donât have to peeâ¦I donât have to peeâ¦I donât have to pee, I donât have to peeâ¦
Iâm never going to be able to sleep until I go to the bathroom. I sigh and search for my slippers.
Wednesday, October 8, 2:45 p.m.
kimmyâs fears comes true
P rofessor Gold is handing back the assignments. She walks up to me, looks me up and down (probably wondering if I slept with someone to get accepted here), and places
My eyes skip to the picture. A tall, well-built man with light hair, a cleft in his chin, a dimple in his cheek and a serious look on his face is crouching over rubble.
Oh, my. Bradley Green III is gorgeous.
I pull out one of his essays, entitled âWhat Matters to Me and Why,â and read the first paragraph:
On my fourteenth birthday I was given a fish tank and two bright goldfish. The tank still sits in the corner of my room, flush against the wall. Along that same wall is my bed with a clear view through the side of the tank. When people walk into the room and take the time to admire the fish they always look at the tank head-on, neglecting the alternate view through the side of the tank. I always hold a high regard for the varied viewpoint offered from my bed that serves as a different, enlightening perspective into the lives of my enclosed aqua-friends. The driving force behind the vast majority of choices I have made is the desire to view issues and experience life through a multitude of perspectives. This is why I have volunteered around the country, traveled extensively and chose to work at the Lerner Hong Kong branch for my first year. I have always attempted to see beyond my own biases into other peopleâs points of views, and I believe that a business degree from LWBS will allow me a challenging new perspective.
He has fish!
Here we go. Iâm in love. Again.
Bradley Green III is brilliant, ambitious, gorgeous, well traveled, has perspective, has fish, and builds houses for the homeless. And according to his address, he now lives and works in Manhattan. And heâs applying to LWBS.
If heâs not the perfect man for me, I donât know who is. If I had the computer program that the guys in the movie Weird Science used to make the perfect woman, I couldnât have produced a more ideal man.
The perfect man whose phone number is directly in my line of vision.
No, I canât call him. Extracting information about an applicant for my own purpose would be unethical. I tally up his score. His GMAT translates into a ten out of ten; work experience a nine; college marksâI peek at his transcriptâa four point five! Heâs better than perfect, and here I thought only high school granted extra creditâI give him a perfect ten (unfortunately, I canât give him extra credit); referencesâglowing, but why am I surprised?âfive out of five, essays five out of five; and overall impressions Iâm giving him another five. Thatâs a total of forty-four out of forty five. Heâs most definitely in.
All right. Iâve done all I can ethically do. If he comes to LWBS, I can introduce myself and let love weave its magic.
But magic aside, why leave anything to chance?
I change his work-experience score to ten. If youâre better than perfect in one area, you should be allowed to let the extra credit spill over to an area thatâs lacking.
Â
Itâs ten-thirty and I canât sleep. I have to pee. I do not feel like standing up, slipping on pajamas, finding my slippers and walking all the way down the hall. I will not be able to fall asleep if I have to pee. Iâll just think about something else. Something fun.
I reboot my computer and click onto the New YorkTimes Web site. I search for Bradley Green, and click on his photo.
So hot. Now for some sexy music.
Â
Itâs now eleven oâclock and I still have to pee.
I donât have to peeâ¦I donât have to peeâ¦I donât have to pee, I donât have to peeâ¦
Iâm never going to be able to sleep until I go to the bathroom. I sigh and search for my slippers.
Wednesday, October 8, 2:45 p.m.
kimmyâs fears comes true
P rofessor Gold is handing back the assignments. She walks up to me, looks me up and down (probably wondering if I slept with someone to get accepted here), and places
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