I spent my entire morning sitting next to The Teenager, helping him fill out forms.
He was asked to attend a tryout/scrimmage and take a campus tour of a small Baptist college in Oklahoma. He needed to get some more information from the coach and fill out an application for the college.
He also needed to fill out the reams of forms (can it still be reams if it’s online?) to sign up to take the SAT and the ACT, and pay them a large sum of money and tell them all his earthly secrets.
I don’t remember getting into college being so difficult. That may have something to do with the fact that I sort of didn’t attend college, except for the few classes I took at Community College, but I’m totally claiming that. It means I can select the ‘some college’ in all those demographic questionnaires instead of ‘high school’ and that totally makes the hours I spent in those dingy classrooms learning I know now what, worth it.
It looks like Sir D, myself, and The Teenager will be driving back up to OK this Saturday. We were just there last weekend! We camped in a state park (in Arkansas) no more than 30 minutes from this college. Little did we know we’d be back there so soon.
Honestly, I don’t think I like the idea of this college being so far away. 4 to 5 hours? Yeah, that does not sound right. Who is gonna do his laundry? Who is going to feed him? Who is going to make sure he goes to bed on time? He gets sick if he does not get enough sleep! Nope. There is a perfectly good college down the street. That is where he needs to go!
Remember that book Love You Forever where the Mama keeps rocking her son to sleep, no matter how old he gets? Yeah, I’m well on my way to becoming that creepy old lady who crawls into her grown son’s bedroom in the middle of the night to rock him to sleep.