After Kester got his acceptance letter and realized that he'd be able to attend Harvard University, he examined the brochure and began to get nervous. "There was one photo of a guy in a white lab coat mixing test tubes of chemicals, then another of a young woman at a blackboard writing what appeared to be Egyptian hieroglyphics," he wrote. "Or maybe it was calculus.... I wasn't sure. For some reason, I felt my chest begin to tighten. Next was a picture of a student relaxing with a magazine in his dorm room. It wasn't a magazine I'd qualify as 'leisure reading'... It was 'The Economist,' and the guy was giggling with delight while reading it. My hands felt sweaty as I quickly turned the page."