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March 20, 2004
The Suspense is Killing Me
Yale School of Architecture: Nyet.
Actually, that's not true. Yale did not write me a rejection letter in Russian, as unbelievably cool as that would have been. No, they sent me a very sincere letter about how many candidates they have and how they hope I find a perfect school, but how they think it should be somewhere else.
Posted by ayse on 03/20/04 at 6:25 PM