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...standout is a nifty talk channel called Buzz XM. Some of XM's homegrown channels sound as canned as the stuff my dentist plays. But the Buzz culls its content from lively AM and FM stations around the country. I especially liked "Food Talk" with host Melinda Lee in Los Angeles...
...FM, in an article entitled, “For Love of the Game,” unmasks the Academic Index (AI), a shockingly imprecise formula that the Ivy League uses to make sure recruits aren’t too stupid. The writer shows how a valedictorian with a 1350 SAT and a highest SAT II of 750 would have an AI of 225 (the AI is calculated by assigning a score of one through 80 to the highest SAT I score, the highest SAT II score and class rank). He mentions, casually, that the Ivy League threshold for athletes...
...interview with FM, Dean of Admissions and Financial Aid William R. Fitzsimmons ’67 would not disclose the average College-wide AI, but it must be somewhere between 220 and 230 (Harvard reports that the middle 50 percent of its students fall within the 700-780 range for SAT I, that 90 percent of its students are in the top 10 percent of their high school class, and I’m guessing that the highest SAT II of an average Harvard student is 750, though it’s probably higher). So should we be reassured when...
...according to the exhaustively researched book The Game of Life, co-written by the former president of Princeton, for self- and extra-selecting reasons they will make more money as adults and are more likely to donate that money to their liberal arts alma maters. So, if Fitzsimmons tells FM that the admissions committee wants students who will make a “positive impact on the world for the next 60, 70, or 80 years,” then it seems reasonable for him to admit jocks (though please could we keep the AI above...
...must say that I was pleased to see that the FM psychic and Ms. Russell disagreed; one predicted I would end up with three (she began by “feeling” one, but then went straight to three!) screaming brats before I had wrangled my baby-sauce maker into actually saying “I do” while the other urged me to resolve to say that small and scary sentence within the next few months...