So, Bossy is right now touring colleges with her teenage son. They are looking under every rock across New England. See that Honda that just passed in a haze of loose gum wrappers? That’s Bossy. Honk.
As we all know Bossy and her teenage son woke up early Monday to begin their 6-day, 5-state tour. That’s a lot of miles but lucky for Bossy she had her trusty copilot to keep her entertained:
Bossy’s first mission was to take a photo of each State Welcome sign to commemorate their trip. This is New York’s state greeting:
And this is Connecticut’s:
We Interrupt This Regularly Scheduled Bossy For The Following Disclaimer: Bossy also totally forgot to take a photo of the sign in New Jersey. She will make it up to you with the following joke:
Q: Why are New Yorkers so depressed?
A: Because the light at the end of the tunnel is New Jersey.
We Now Return You To The Bossy Already In Progress.
In no time at all Bossy and her teenage son arrived at their first stop: Yale University. Yale is located in New Haven Connecticut and is the third oldest college in the United States and a member of the prestigious Ivy League. Its beefy endowment is largely due to the fact that Yale graduated many prominent heads-of-state, Nobel Laureates, and famous actors.
Yale is all:
Bossy’s son was especially smitten with their freshman residential quad:
Bossy and her son ate a delicious Thai dinner in New Haven and after
three minutes sleep a refreshing night, they awoke for the second day of their adventure.
Bossy was a little preoccupied for the first half-hour of their journey because her gas tank was empty and she couldn’t see any gas stations within twelve hectares of any highway exit. She also couldn’t see any coffee places. No coffee. Not even any mini-markets. This is the only thing Bossy could see:
her snoring son trusty copilot navigated Bossy toward an exit with various gas stations featuring burnt vanilla nut plastic coffee. Bossy’s son was particularly insolent happy that Bossy chose the only gas station that was not attached to the donut shop or the egg-and-cheese-sandwich place.
In fact Bossy and her son had a
huge blowup little tiff about it that carried them from the car into the gas station store and up to the cash register. Bossy was actually so busy screaming nurturing her son’s breakfast needs that she forgot to put cream in her coffee. She drank every drop anyway. And she didn’t dare admit her gaff to her trusty copilot:
In no time at all the Honda crossed the state line into Massachusetts:
And this is the part when the sky fell on the road:
In no time at all Bossy and her teenage son arrived at their second stop: Harvard University. Harvard is located in Cambridge Massachusetts and it’s the oldest college in the United States and a member of the prestigious Ivy League. It has the beefiest financial endowment of any academic institution, which is partially used to fund the largest library in the world. Harvard has graduated many prominent heads-of-state, Nobel Laureates, and one famous actor.
Harvard is all:
Bossy’s son was especially smitten with Cambridge’s
world-famous Harvard Square where people gather to
sell useless maps play music and juggle.
And here’s something you probably don’t know about Boston: people speak with a Boston accent.
Finally, in summary of her first two days’ experience, Bossy leaves you with this query:
Q: How do you get to Harvard Business School?
A: Practice, practice, and this bridge.