Admission Page #10

Good. He's good.

How's his Spanish?

Terrible.

Is he ready for Ecuador?

We're not going to Ecuador.

- You're not?

- No, I passed on that job.

Nelson wanted to stay put,

and, you know, I finally realized that

I want him to be happy.

So this decision right now,

I'm gonna let him make it.

Nelson really likes you.

Nelson likes me because I'm so boring.

- You're not boring.

- I'm pretty boring.

You're not boring.

I think you're exquisite.

You wanna go out sometime?

Yes.

I mean with me.

Oh, yes.

Good, I thought it was important

to acknowledge that it's maybe...

- It's good to clarify.

- I think so.

Portia Nathan?

So, tell me about yourself.

I worked in college admissions for 16 years.

I used to spend my days passing

judgment on young people who were

way more together than I was at their age.

I'm figuring out what I want to do next.

I've been living at my mom's place

for the last two months.

I thought that would drive me insane,

but actually we're gonna be throwing

a graduation party

for a kid who I thought was my son.

He's a great kid.

I killed my bonsai tree by over trimming it.

I got pregnant in college.

And my boyfriend had already dumped me

for someone else.

I didn't realize until I was very far along.

And I didn't think I could be a mother. Ever.

Portia, did you mean it

when you said I could do this?

Yes, I meant it.

Thanks.

You're gonna do great there.

My boy, if you are truly outstanding,

you will probably be kicked out of there

after one term.

- Cut it out, Vlad.

- Excuse me.

Don't listen to him.

Have you decided what your major is?

Philosophy...

Not philosophy, women's studies.

You know, that's enough philosophy.

And if your biological son chooses

to contact you? How would you feel?

I would feel nervous,

but lucky.

I would feel lucky.

I would just be grateful to get to know him.

I over watered it, too, the bonsai,

I just drowned it.

- It's okay.

- Okay.

I can't promise anything.

But we'll contact you if there's any news.

Okay.

- Hey.

- Hey.

It's a thin envelope.

That doesn't mean anything.

Open it.

It says he's not ready to meet me at this time.

Well, okay.

Well, then, you're on the wait list.

That's not so bad.

No, it's not.

Hey, Portia, everything okay?

Yes.

What's the secret to getting in?

I can't tell you.

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