Portia too was well into her winter sinus misery, a malady that typically began after New Year's, did battle with the tag team of antibiotics over the winter months, and finally
in Portia 's imagination by spectral Jude the Obscures waiting for the verdict on their futures. And Portia very much feared, their sense of self-worth.
but Portia , reading through it again could not let go of her suspicions.
And the Portia hypothesis suggests that people take this very seriously when they make judgments, that even the name you choose, the masculinity or femininity of that name, can
the admission cycle when Portia became reacquainted with many of the students she had spent the previous spring encouraging to apply to Princeton.
Bentleys and portia 's while they were valeting the cars so all that all that
so that when you hear "Portia ," you know what play they're talking about.
Besides my wife, Portia .
And there's a hypothesis known as the Portia hypothesis which suggests that-- Portia was a lawyer in "The Merchant of Venice" who had to
of her foyer, Portia understood that she had no clear idea of what to do with herself, except to get away from this place.
And realizing this, Portia duly began her retreat, locking the front door behind her and picking her way over the hard snow back to the car.
they accepted Camilla Walden, Portia 's soccer teammate and the most superficial girl she had ever met, but passed over Gordana Miles who wrote her own column in the school newspaper,
Portia had said frowning, "...it is." Portia now thoroughly alert sat waiting,
and because she did not; because Portia had to climb to drive into Hanover to undertake this sensitive business on some public terminal, she had merely flagged the files to come back
It would easily be settled by Google, Portia thought, finding the file at the very bottom of the stack and sitting it aside.
a little haunting about this terribly ordinary room, Portia decided.
like this was not even relevant, because Portia understood the symbolic power of this place, banal as it was.
and character building volunteer efforts, Portia Nathan's application would have landed in the great moving tide of similar applications.
Portia found a piece of note paper on her desk and wrote the name of the counselor and the date.
My protagonist is a 38-year-old woman named Portia Nathan.
Portia hauled her bags of folders through the FitzRandolph Gate.
the list of Princeton philosophers he wanted to work with and an essay with such dense philosophical prose that Portia had had no idea what he was talking about.
"Okay," said Portia , frowning.
And at the start of this excerpt that I'm going to read, Portia has just returned home to Princeton after a difficult Christmas visit
Susanna had been entirely uninvolved in Portia 's own college search.
Compared with the parents Portia was dealing
One of these was a boy from a private day school near Boston whose guidance counselor, a woman Portia had met when she visited the school last spring, had declined to answer
But at this school, with tuition upward of $25 grand a year and a student parking lot crowded with Lexus 2Ks and BMWs, Portia suspected not.
That's A-U-S-T-I-N. Portia , accordingly, wanted to check the girl's tribute to Fannie Lou Hamer
But there was something in the ease of the language that worried Portia .
But in Portia 's previous dealings with bonafide National Judo champions, and not a few had indeed applied to Princeton, this accomplishment did tend
This is actually from the following chapter, and I know you want to find out what happened to all of those kids who Portia flagged.
Portia found
There had never in Portia 's
But while Portia did sometimes wish
Portia feel for them, of course.
Portia looked through the application again and found
Greenough, Milton Academy, a charter school in Roxbirys run by a heroic woman in her 60s, and Ford Country Day School, Portia 's final stop.
with blonde hair, blonde streak, and an accent, Portia remembered thinking more New York than Boston.
"Portia ." Portia nodded.
"All right," said Portia , giving her the direct line.
The phone rang, and Portia noted the caller ID on her phone which was not surprisingly the school she had just phoned but 617, the right area
Tentatively, she answered, "Portia Nathan?
By this time, Portia was paying very close attention.
Portia considered.
Portia , listening, turned over the pages of file for secondary school
"I see," said Portia , writing quickly.
A pretty good student, a pretty good soccer player, a pretty good writer, and all-around nice person, Portia knew exactly what would
Portia asked.