We’re connoisseurs of these events by now, and I think you can tell a lot about a school not only by the information they give at these events, but by how well they put it together, and with what kind of style.
It’s an attractive campus, in a town that feels like a very small town, though we haven’t looked it up. #2 son thinks it’s the same size as our town. It’s close to the state’s biggest town, which is probably big enough to call a city. One of the parents at our table at lunch was coming from Tampa, so the people at the table from our state were trying to figure these things out for her — would her kid have to adjust to rural life as well as to extremes of weather?
The college is small. #2 daughter had an excellent experience at a small private liberal arts college, and I think #2 son will have an excellent experience here.
We now have to come up with the funding for it.
#2 son is working hard on this. He goes to the counselor’s office at his high school every day at lunch time and applies for scholarships of various kinds.
“I’ve got all my eggs in one basket,” he says. It’s like when someone asked Bobby McFerrin at a workshop that he did a few years ago whether he’d had a back up plan in case music didn’t work out for him.
He didn’t, he said. That meant he had to work hard and accept that he might not succeed.
So #2 son, having put all his eggs in this one academic basket and having been accepted, is now committed to working hard to make it happen.
Both #2 daughter and #2 son went to those summer programs where kids stay in college dorms and get a taste of what college life is like. Both chose small private liberal arts colleges. #2 daughter was quite successful with her college career. Neither #1 son and #1 daughter went to those summer programs, both chose a large state school near home, and both have had sketchy college careers. I offer the observation for those parents who are considering sending kids to those summer programs, and/or to small private liberal arts colleges.
We attended sessions on study abroad, undergraduate research, financial aid, and what we ought to talk with our kids about before sending them off, had lunch, and then went to the bookstore.
There we picked up the requisite gear: college-specific athletic clothes and a decal for the parental car window.
I once saw a bumper sticker that said, “My money goes tot he University of X. I don’t know where my kids goes.” At the time, I could kind of relate to that.
Anyway, once the college visit was completed, we came on home.
I had already signed myself out for church this morning (as a musician — it’s not required of the congregation as a whole, though that’s an idea) and I think I need a relaxed morning, so I am skipping church today. My sons are scandalized.
However, I have to do some work today. I have papers to grade, and stuff to do in preparation for my meeting tomorrow. I also work with computer guys. One of them emailed me last night about 9:30 asking me to check a new site of his and send suggestions directly to the coder, who was working on it right then. This morning at 5:51 I had an email from said coder, asking for a final check before it went live. This is Sunday morning, mind you, in my own time zone. This kind of thing makes me feel like a slacker, no matter how much I work. I also have a prospective client who wants to chat with me this afternoon. I’ve been emailing back and forth with them from the laptop.
So, yes, you might be wondering how the whole laptop in the hotel room experience compared with the fantasy version. Not well, frankly. I was imagining having the laptop and a mojito or at least a tall glass of iced tea on the hotel balcony, with the sun glinting off the swimming pool, where I could repair for a refreshing dip once I’d completed my work.
Instead, I was balancing the laptop on the bed, responding to emails while the menfolks watched “Robocop.”
I am going to do some little bits of work today. I’m also going to make quiche and apple muffins for breakfast, do some housework, take a good long walk, and sew or knit. I feel as though I’ve got my work situation well in hand, now, but I need to get the rest of my life back in balance.