I moved back to DC to go to Georgetown. I was surprised I got in at all, especially to the School of Foreign Service. But Robin Crawford, the college counselor who helped me at Andover, knew someone there and my father was, well, my father. In reality, whatever strings may have been pulled, nobody really did anyone any favors. I was in no way prepared to be at Georgetown, especially the highly competitive foreign service program, either academically or psychologically.
