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William Foster, was a distinguished man in his 60s who clearly understood the value of generous benefactors. “Mrs. Rivers,” he said, standing as I entered his office, “we cannot thank you enough for your generosity.
This endowment will transform our ability to serve our most gifted students.”
“Wonderful. We’ve already begun reviewing applications, and I think you’ll be impressed by the caliber of our students.”
He handed me a stack of files.
The top two bore the names I’d been waiting to see. Alexander Rivers. Lillian Rivers.
I kept my expression neutral as I opened Alex’s file. Straight A’s in advanced mathematics and science. Leader of the robotics team.
Accepted into MIT’s early admission program. His personal essay spoke of wanting to build technologies that solve real-world problems. Lily’s file was equally impressive.
Editor of the literary magazine. Winner of multiple poetry competitions. Already published in several teen literary journals.
Her essay described her passion for using words to illuminate truth and create connection. “These two students,” I said, tapping their files. “They seem exceptional.”
“Oh yes.
“Reserved?”
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