After MIT's embarrassing affair, last week we intercepted this most curious letter.
May 27, 2007
Office of Admissions
Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Cambridge, MA 02139-4307
Dear Admissions Committee:
Boy, am I looking forward to freshman year and Cambridge in September. Dad just passed on that you had a touch of controversy over your dean of admissions, Marilee Jones, who, I guess, stretched the truth a bit when she got her first MIT job 28 years ago. I don’t see what the big deal is, but Dad’s a stickler for these kinds of things, and he’s making me write to explain a few small inaccuracies it seems may have crept into my own application.
First, let me note that my biographical information is almost entirely correct. My birth date, for example, is spot on, although Mom now says she doesn’t remember me talking at 2 months, writing at 3 months, or doing probability equations by month 11. Speaking of Mom, she isn’t really a princess. Dad really did work for NASA, but it was the National Association of State Archaeologists. So, when I wrote that one of my most important formative experiences was the month I spent with him on the International Space Station, I trust you’ll understand I meant that figuratively.
Also, many of the activities I list (captain of the Penny Football team, chairman of the Detention Society, president of the Dealcoholized Wine Appreciation Group – I think there were 17 in all) are slightly imprecise. I fully intended to do those things, but I have to say that 24 has been most exciting these last few years, and what with spending my days worrying about Jack Bauer, I just wasn’t able to get around to them all.
One question on the application asked about something I did “simply for the pleasure of it.” I believe I may have recounted the summers I spent in the Democratic Republic of the Congo at the request of President Denis Sassou-Nguesso, teaching kids to read. That may be a little inexact. Strictly speaking, I’ve never been to that country, although I have been receiving e-mails from the niece of a former president there, asking for my help in repatriating millions of government funds.
Another question asked me to describe “something that you have created.” I think I should clarify my answer about my experiments with DNA and human cloning, which undoubtedly must have seemed astonishing to you. In fact, I did help create new human life. However, it was more a consequence of a now much-regretted hot ’n’ heavy with Mary McGurkin after the junior prom, if you know what I mean.
In any event, I’m sure you’ll agree that in the broad scheme of things these errors should matter little, although I have to confess to being a little worried. Still, it gave me great comfort to see that, once Dean Jones admitted her mistakes, you guys looked at her nearly three-decade record, her many accomplishments, and her extraordinary national reputation and said, well, sure, she slipped up long ago, but character and results certainly count for more. She’s been a great dean of admissions for MIT, you said, and we intend to keep her.
That is what you said, right?
Originally published in the Boston Sunday Globe Magazine, May 27, 2007.