Chapter 124 Catherine

• “No, it’s even more competitive, I believe,” Patrick says, filling his plate with a second serving of chicken. “I think they’re only taking a hundred students for the program this year, and there were about ten thousand applicants.”
• “Then how did you—” I begin saying, then shut up as I realize that getting me into an elite school is child’s play to someone with Patrick’s wealth and connections. “So I start in January?” I ask instead, excitement trickling through my veins as the shock begins to wear off. Stanford. Oh my God, I will be going to Stanford. I should probably feel guilty that I didn’t get in on my own merit—or at least be outraged at Patrick’s high-handedness—but all I can think about is my parents’ reaction when I tell them the news. I will be going to freaking Stanford!
• Patrick nods, reaching for more rice. “Yes, that’s when the winter quarter begins. They should email you an orientation packet in the next couple of days, so you’ll be able to order your textbooks once you find out the class requirements. I’ll make sure they’re delivered to you here in time.”