Raise your hand if you tired of the caddy stories? Hmm, I don't see any hands. Are you SURE? **wink, wink, hee hee**
On to college visits . . .
As I mentioned before launching into the caddy-stream-of-consciousness posts, we planned to be out of town three consecutive weekends. It was exhausting, as anticipated, but FUN. Being busy is sometimes a blessing, although in all honesty I don't remember the last time I felt bored.
1997? Or maybe when Lad was 2 weeks late in June of 1998 -nothing left for me to prepare or wash or clean (plenty to eat though, an ongoing trend - see below), and Netflix didn't exist. We didn't even have cable.
Highlights from the three colleges we toured (not counting visiting Ed at college) include our kids' focus on how these colleges plan to feed them. I warned each of our guides that the way the cafeteria charged for food MATTERED to my offspring. It reminded me a little of the scene in the movie Blindside when the little brother wants to know what each coach would offer him.
A few schools scored points with their:
swipe your card and EAT WHATEVER YOU CAN JAM IN YOUR PIE HOLE.
One tour guide described how great it was that you could just enter the cafeteria and pay for one apple (read between the lines here: pay for each crumb you plan to ingest), and then you can always go back and buy more.
It was a beautiful day for a campus visit.
Um, let me stop you right there . . . we are more of the EAT HUGE PILES OF FOOD family. No one in our house would purchase an apple and feign satisfaction. Ever.
Tank also asked the all-important: How much math will you make me do?
So, we covered the basics.
Our first stop was Omaha to visit Coach's alma mater where we took our niece to dinner. We shared a funny story with her about one of my visits to see Coach when he was a student out there. Remind me to share later.
They gave us an awesome personalized presentation of their business program. Super impressive. It was just our family members (Curly and Reg stayed home with friends) so totally tailored to us.
The professor running the talk met us and said: Hmm, a few years ago I worked to recruit an Ed Shenanigan from Chicago.
Yep, that would be one of our tribe. Coach decided we shouldn't tell Ed that this guy still remembers him and how he opted to go to a different school in case it might go to his head. I vetoed that, knowing Ed would not get an inflated ego. I assured the guy that Ed would've been happy at either school, but he loves where he is.
I stopped short of saying: Here, take Tank. He's our boobie prize.
Totally joking. Actually at one point he described a staff member who goes out looking for internships and comes up with amazing stuff because no one can say no to him, and I pointed to Tank and said, You just described this guy, which is why we think he would be good at sales.
|Nothing like sloppy joe's in the car on the way home. |
One less reason to stop. Hope no one needed to pee.
Tank: (turning in his chair, using his somewhat insincere, wise-ass voice, but in a loving way, complete with head tilt and cheesy grin) Gee, thanks Mom.
Anytime, son. Seriously he is going to be such an asset to a college. Wondering which one he will choose. My kids laugh when I point out that we didn't have internet searches to look up college stuff. I also point out that I never went on a single official college visit. Never sat in a class or spoke to someone about the majors offered, etc.
All of my siblings went to school in South Bend, IN. It wasn't really a choice. How about you . . . did you take your kids on tons of college tours? Did you look at lots of places? Did you bypass college and focus on a job? Happy with your college major/career, etc? I knew the minute I graduated that business was a mistake, but there was no 'do-over' button.
The rest of the college tours later. I know, you're on the edge of your seat.