A super-posh private school divided into two campuses: the 'Middle School' (consisting of grades 7-9) is located
in residential Bel Air area, and the 'Upper School' (consisting of grads 10-12) is located
in the fine Studio City area, of which I am a proud patron.
anyway, you will only be accepted
into Harvard Westlake if you are one or more of these things:
~very very rich (bonus if you're jewish too)
~a product of a Hollywood mogul/empress
~unusually intellectual (as in a genius)
~you have a sibling who goes
yes, Harvard-Weslake is for rich-bitches, man-hoars, child
prodigies, and bloomind Hollywoodites. if you are any of the above listed, than you're pretty much on the Harvard-Westlake
golden steamer choo-choo!
don't get me wrong, Harvard-Westlake
isn't a bad school! in fact, going
your parents plenty to brag
about! it's the best private school in the friggin country!
just be warned, you just might catch the deadly 'Supahpreppyrichiesmartass' virus
while in attendance!
worthy of note: if you are actually black and, like me, have been called names such as oreo
or wack, or milk and cookies, or likewise, Harvard Westlake is the school for you, because the ghettoist kids here are pretty much the white boys who watch too much MTV. and that is damn saaaddd fa sho.
Bobby Richboy: Yo' sucka I just got into Harvard-Westlake foo!!
Johnny Gangsta (who is actually black): Boy, you aint black.
Bobby Richboy: I'm practicin' fo Harvardizzle-Westlakizzle dizzle!
Jennifer (at Harvard Westlake): hey Lola! Do you think
you can make it to Fred Segal this weekend? Daddy just gave me three
Lola: oh stop
trying to act all rich, biatch!! you know you're only sore because my Daddy's yacht cost six million more than your daddy's yacht!!
of note- I actually hearda conversation like the following in my math class
with my own two ears.
BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS-
Teacher: you won't be at school next week?
Student: no. my dad's taking
the family to a press
conference in Japan. Daddy's thinking of a merger