Welcome, Brown Class of 2018 (in full)!


Yesterday at 5 p.m., 2,619 received the magical Hogwarts letter were admitted to the Brown University class of 2018, according to the Brown Admissions Facebook page. This year’s acceptance rate was 8.6%, so these high school seniors should give themselves a well-deserved pat on the back, and a warm welcome to Brown!

We can’t wait to meet you regular decision admits at ADOCH. But before you swarm our beautiful campus in April (hopefully it’ll actually be spring by then), we hope you’ll keep up with BlogDailyHerald to amp up your excitement, although we’re sure you don’t need it. Congrats, and go Bruno!

In Deo Speramus,


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Welcome, Class of 2018!


At 5 p.m. today, decisions for the 3,086 early applicants to Brown became available on the Brown website. Commence the stalking of current high school seniors’ Facebooks!

We’d love to invite you to get to know us so that you can learn more about life at Brown. We can’t wait to see you in the fall. The most incredible four years await you.

All our love,

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Brown student, certified N.A.N.N.Y.

It’s that time of year, folks. We’re done playing the Hungover Games of Spring Weekend. The birds are chirping, the sun is out, and herds of students are swarming into the SciLi for study hibernation. But the “time” I’m talking about isn’t reading period. I’m talking summer. I’m talking to those poor unfortunate souls who didn’t get that great internship, or even that okay internship. I speak to those poor Brown students who have been sentenced to the dregs of summer employment: childcare.

Coming soon to Avon

Yuck, you’re thinking. I didn’t go to Brown so I would have to live out my nightmare as a suburban housewife! We didn’t come to college to get no M.R.S. degree (or male equivalent)! Plus, Ivy League nannying feels like the plotline of a B-list feel-good movie: clueless over-privileged Brown student nannies kid, kid ends up teaching Brown kid valuable life lessons, Brown kid teaches younger kid to be hipster and play nice with the other kids on the playground. Blah blah blah. Ew.

But it pays. It pays good. But it comes at a price.

When it comes to nannying, I consider myself a veteran war hero caregiver. When I took medical leave this semester, I found a job I thought would be easy: nannying. I was wrong. So, so wrong. And now I have a few words of wisdom to impart: Continue Reading