If I'm not mistaken, a guy died in the taping of a Pakistani reality show in the last couple of months (don't know if it aired). So Survivor will have to do "better" if it wants to go down that heinous road. #survivor
Okay, this people need to have their facts straight before they decide to type their "opinions." I don't really care about the girl, but for YOUR information, and you know who your are, NBS sends 2 to 3 students EVERY year to Harvard, around 8 students EVERY year to Columbia, 2 students each year to Yale, about 2 students each year to Stanford as well as other Ivy Leagues and "elite" universities. Thus, for you to type such a stupid comment without any source or citation makes you appear foolish and pathetic. This is what irritates me about "bloggers"; just espousing any baseless ideas in their heads before thinking. I find it repulsive that you would criticize a well-respected school in the city simply because, why? You feel it to be your duty to specifically rank every high school, at least in the New York area, and whichever ones you do not perceive to be "elite enough" you feel the need to degrade? I usually do not respond to these posts, but I felt the urge simply because I had a friend attend NBS, Class of 2003, and she graduated first in her class from Harvard in 2007. So, maybe it does not live up to your standards, but it certainly does for others and the comments are not necessary. Keep them to yourself.
If she's able to write an insightful and heartfelt essay about what this all has taught her, she's got a better shot at Harvard than she ever did as a vapid and entitled Nightingale-Bamford student.
@XyliaLumpa: I see her at something like one of the better all-girls schools, a Smith or a Barnard. There she would stand out for being so math/science-ey (she got close to a perfect score on the quant half of the SAT, according to her Bravo blog).
Also, Camille's overachieving, Type A mother had to sign off on Camille's participation in the show, which she clearly thought would make her little angel stand out from the other schlubs applying to the Big Crimson. Somebody needs to give Mama Hughes a reality check, because she did not pop out the next Natalie Portman.
kids are disinvited back to private school for less all the time. really not bright at all to participate in mocking the institution to which you wish to belong?
@quatrevingtquatre: Hopefully it would involve Rags McTattershanty leading a rousing hobo rendition of "Swing Low Sweet Chariot" from a burning flotilla under the Brooklyn Bridge.
@quatrevingtquatre: As Rags squatted there, stirring her beans with an old broken thermometer, she felt a presence behind her. Something strange and sad and cockly-eyed. Camille, she murmured in her ancient runic hobo language.
It was indeed Camille, wearing a tattered uniform, eyes still cockly, but now more lost and aged. Camille sighed and fiddled with her fraying headband. She heaved a great, tired sigh.
"Well Rags, I guess we're both homeless now." Rags smiled her several-toothed smile. "Beans?" she offered, holding up the hot rusty can (it did not burn her through the thick calluses.) Camille shrugged, her life not over but certainly different. "Sure, what the hell."
So they sat there, in the cooling autumn night, two hobo girls and their beans. Two American beings, lost in smoke. Found in each other.
I looked hurriedly at the headline for this post and thought that famed social critic and fast-talker Ms. Paglia had finally run amok with a bus-full of high school girls, as she no doubt dreams of doing.
Oh puh-lease -- it was crystal clear from the first episode that her chances of getting into Harvard were about as good as Jessi's chances of getting PC into her vaginal hairea.
@Solomon Grundy: Truly. Even going to one of the true elites (N-B is a shade below)--Brearley, Collegiate, Spence--is only the first step to Harvard or the other top schools, unless you are celebrity stock or your father is truly rich. Harvard generally will take 2 or 3 from a class, so you have to be exceptional. She ain't. More Skidmore-level.
When is some smart guy going to give Lucy Gao and Aleksy Vayner their own tv show? I'd watch that; face it, it's the bitches and douchebags that make any reality series a hit.
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If she's able to write an insightful and heartfelt essay about what this all has taught her, she's got a better shot at Harvard than she ever did as a vapid and entitled Nightingale-Bamford student.
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Also, Camille's overachieving, Type A mother had to sign off on Camille's participation in the show, which she clearly thought would make her little angel stand out from the other schlubs applying to the Big Crimson. Somebody needs to give Mama Hughes a reality check, because she did not pop out the next Natalie Portman.
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In a typical year Nightingale doesn't send ANYONE to Harvard or Yale. She was destined to be another Harvard reject at UPenn or Cornell.
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It was indeed Camille, wearing a tattered uniform, eyes still cockly, but now more lost and aged. Camille sighed and fiddled with her fraying headband. She heaved a great, tired sigh.
"Well Rags, I guess we're both homeless now." Rags smiled her several-toothed smile. "Beans?" she offered, holding up the hot rusty can (it did not burn her through the thick calluses.) Camille shrugged, her life not over but certainly different. "Sure, what the hell."
So they sat there, in the cooling autumn night, two hobo girls and their beans. Two American beings, lost in smoke. Found in each other.
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OH MY GOD! *le sigh*
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Just as long as it's not about reality TV. That I only read about for free.
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