For most Americans, Thanksgiving is a time of pleasure and company, tables heaping with food and surrounded by families and friends. But for a select few, this time of year brings on a feeling of envy and dread: You only get one chance to provide your children with entrée into elite society—and we’re not talking about dark meat. That’s right, frenzied mothers and fathers throughout Manhattan are working around the clock to finish their kids’ applications to top private schools. This is not child’s play.
Remember Prom Night?
That hideous dress that you shoplifted from Cache at the local mall? Your awkward date that had that big zit on his nose and you felt too bad to say anything? The Peach Schnapps you drank in the back of your friend’s Volvo before passing out with the rhinestone bobby pins still Read More
Nightingale-Bamford School with my 17-year-old daughter. Juniors came from11 local schools and representatives were there from 125 colleges around the country. Nightingale was a gracious host, but sheer numbers made it a madhouse. My daughter will never be admitted to any school, said my friends. The competition is too intense-just look at this place. But Read More