A school of unrealistic ego boosts. An icy tundra where bright (but not intelligent) Long Island public-school guys go to feel as if they are among the true academic elite and where sub-par attractive girls from Scarsdale go to have a disproportionate number of guys fawn over them. Perhaps you feared a date rape at Chi Psi’s Halloween party or the Hotelies disgusted you with their well-coifed yet entrepreneurial idiocy. But, with your borough-accent, Diesel Jeans, and fraternity flip cup t-shirt you at least “appear” to be of Ivy pedigree. Riiight.
