THE DEBATE OF HEARTS

r eyes fell on her secondhand Oxfords on the polished floor. But it was easier to ignore the way her blazer, purchased from a thrift store and hemmed b

lips. His blazer probably cost more than her monthly grocery budget. His shoes were pristine and scuff-less.

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work pays off. That's the best rise to the top. She may say that if you just put in enough work,

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the top 20% of income brackets. Legacy admissions. Donor preferences. Internships that go to the highly connected before applications are even open to the general public." Facing W

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cross-examination,"

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say meritocracy is a myth. So why are you here, competing?

just once. But

cknowledging that a broken system doesn't mean you ref

e rich kid gets to feel noble while keeping his spot. Tell me, Mr. Lakes, if your family legacy is such an u

om wen

eal flashed over his face, not anger, not embarrassment. Somethin

tion anymore," he said. "

r guilt while still benefiting from it. You don't want to tear down the system. You

nervously but excite

that Whitney could perceive his colo

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a bloodbath. She was mo

d out that his 'sixty-three percent' figure was outdated by two years and excluded graduate programs. She quoted a study showin

g. Mr. Lakes talks about changing the system from the inside, but he's never once been outside. He doesn't know what it means to have your scholarship h

e last word. She didn't

without ever looking at their starting lines. And until we do that, until we stop pretending that a legacy student and scholarship stud

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