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For many families, this is March madness -- the moment of high anxiety concerning higher education as many colleges announce admittance decisions.

It is the culmination of a protracted mating dance between selective institutions and anxious students.

Part agony, part situation comedy, it has provoked Andrew Ferguson to write a laugh-until-your-ribs-squeak book -- "Crazy U: One Dad's Crash Course in Getting His Kid into College."

He begins in Greenwich, Conn. -- a hedge fund habitat -- watching Katherine Cohen, an "independent college admissions counselor," market her $40,000 "platinum package" of strategies for bewitching Ivy League admissions officers.

"Everyone in the room," writes Ferguson, "was on full alert, with that feral look of parental ambition. They swiveled their tail-gunning eyes toward Kat when she was introduced." Kat introduced them to terror:

"There are 36,000 high schools in this country. That means there are at least 36,000 valedictorians. They can't all go to Brown. You could take the 'deny pile' of applications and make two more classes that were every bit as solid as the class that gets in."

Your son's gazillion extracurricular activities? Kat sniffs: "He's a serial joiner ... just running up the score." He was "invited" to participate in a "leadership" program in Washington?

Kat's lip curls: "The invitation came in the mail, I guess. It said he was 'selected.' Do you know why he was selected? Your ZIP code. They knew you could pay."

Ferguson becomes one of the Kitchen People -- parents who at parties cluster in kitchens where "in the reflected shimmer from the brushed-steel doors of the Sub-Zero, the subtle dance would begin." Squirming against the Viking oven, a mother is bursting -- or wanting to burst -- with pride over her child's SAT scores.

"Her eyes plead, Ask me what they were, just please please ask ...

"'Oh?' I'd say.

"'Her father was like, Oh, My, God.' And from the eyes, silently: Ask.

"'Mmm,' I'd say.

"'Of course, she's always been a smart kid.'

"'Mmm.'

"'Of course, she tests well in general. But scores like these. ...' Her pride bladder was terribly distended now, swelling in all directions, this painful unsatisfied need driving her nearly to the slate flooring.

"'I mean when the e-mail with the scores arrived, I just had to peek! And then when I did, I'm thinking, My God -- this is my kid?'

"At last she'd catch a sympathetic eye, and another parent would say, 'They must have been really -- '

"'Twenty-four hundred! I'm like, Wow!'

"And then she'd sip the Zin with a humble smile."

Ferguson goes on campus tours conducted by backward-walking students armed with Harry Potter references - the dining hall looks like Hogwarts, there are Quidditch matches, a sociology seminar explores "Voldemort and Differentiation in Imperialist Identities."

Kat says that in his son's application essays he must "talk about his innermost thoughts," Ferguson shudders at this "compulsive self-exposure":

"He's a seventeen-year-old boy! I wanted to tell her: Seventeen-year-old boys do not have innermost thoughts -- and if they did, neither you nor I would want to know what they are."

This complicates writing the essays, which some people say should be liberally flecked with the word "diversity." Ferguson's son worries that his happy life is a handicap:

"'Couldn't you guys get a divorce?'

"'No,' I said.

"'It would give me something to write about. You can get back together once I'm done with the essays.'

"'Not going to happen.'

"'I wish I'd grown up in the inner city.'

"'No, you don't.'

"'I wish I'd become a drug addict.'

"'There's still time.'"

Ferguson's whimsy is, however, finite. He becomes serious -- and seriously informative -- concerning the spiraling costs of college: It is, he says, nice to know there is $143 billion for student aid -- but worrisome that $143 billion is needed.

His history of the SAT confirms the assessment that it is "impossible to find a measure of academic achievement that is unrelated to family income." It has been well-observed that America's least diverse classes are SAT prep classes.

Still, the college admission process occasions too much angst. America is thickly planted with 1,400 four-year institutions. Motivated students can get a fine education at any of them -- unmotivated students at none.

George Will's column is distributed by the Washington Post Writers Group.

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