your mom's house is probably the most prestigious program in the country. This is where I matched. I look forward to matriculating in July. please tell her that I require 700+ thread count linens, refuse all calls between 8pm and 10am, demand my own pony, will be allowed to throw huge derm bashes with psoriasis mixers and eczema socials. i want my own bowling alley like daniel day lewis in there will be blood. i hate ham, so keep it the heck out of the house. i love bacon, so keep the fridge well stocked with this porcine delicacy. i want every tuesday to be karaoke night, and we will alternate between guns n' roses, pat benatar, cyndi lauper and that band who had that song Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm in the early 1990s. I want nightly foot rubs from a Swedish guy who has strong hands and a tender heart. it would be good if we could take weekly trips to a nearby aquarium, because fish soothe me. I want to play red light/green light with the neighborhood kids and laugh and laugh in the streets until my belly hurts and dusk comes. i want to play hide and seek as the stars begin to dot the night sky. then mom will call "dinner's ready" from the kitchen window, and I will dart into the house to eat meatloaf and green beans.
this and more is all possible at your mom's house. if you are one of the lucky few to interview there, you'd be nuts not to rank it #1.