Yesterday, Drew took an exam to enter the master's program at the University of Buenos Aires in urban design and they said the results would be posted today, at 6 o'clock outside the department offices. Drew came here at 5:30 looking a little nervous about learning his fate for the next two years. We rode two subways to catch a commuter train to the school. The phrase "commuter train" doesn't adequately cover what we rode on, where the doors didn't close. So, at 60 mph, with the doors open, one false slip and you'd be gone. And when another train went out past in the other direction the shock wave was like a slug in the stomach. We got off and walked through a park at dusk to the university, a concrete monolith Drew called "the death star." We threaded through mobs of students and found the offices but no posted list. Looking discouraged, Drew went inside. I wandered the hallways for a few minutes until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and Drew was shaking my hand -- he got in!
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