<p>re-4emb, as you know, S loves Clark. He is a Presidential Scholar who never attended a dinner. He did attend 2 classes on a personalized visit. I think that helped his decision.</p>
<p>Longish story:</p>
<p>One year later, I am laughing. I don’t remember anything about a dinner for Presidential Scholars, although S is one. There may have been dinner, but S did not attend. He does not enjoy ceremony. Probably my fault. I don’t much like it either. Dad likes it less. At this point last year, my dear, dear Presidential Scholar son was So Done with the whole college app process!</p>
<p>I did tell him that he was expected to attend an Accepted Student day. We attended. I recall a silent car ride and a big negative attitude. He was pretty sure he wanted to go to Clark and I was hopeful he would get excited about it. He was more interested in a frisbee event with his friends. </p>
<p>As we entered the busy room where professors had visual displays and were available to chat, DS looked daggers at me. This kid has excellent refusal skills. I was ready to grab him by the ear and walk him over to the time-out corner. I felt that he should still be invested in completing the “process.” We nearly had a glaring contest, fangs bared, in the middle of a lovely reception room.</p>
<p>Instead, I tried to act like a mature adult, took a deep breath and began babbling aimlessly with a young woman representing the international studies stream program. I had no idea what the program was but I knew I didn’t want have a public argument with this kid who was so tired of the college process. </p>
<p>Magic happened! S looked at the young woman and tried to salvage my incoherent attempt to ask intelligent, meaningful questions. He spoke up and clarified what she was telling me. Attitude gone! He went on to have great conversations with professors of film and poli sci. The sun came out and the day was warm. Must have been April.</p>
<p>I did not make him stay for the panel discussion or whatever followed. I did make him take a detour to a Trader Joe’s on the ride home, since we did not have one in our state. My revenge. He got a bag of cookies for the ride home. The sun was out and the day was warm. Mood lightened. We headed north toward Maine where the frisbees awaited. As we crossed the Portsmouth, NH bridge, the fog loomed big. Maine was cold, gray and totally fogged in.
That sunny Worcester day sure confirmed the decision! </p>
<p>I would suggest that you choose a personal visit at a time when the airfare is affordable. Clark does not mention overnight visits on their website, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they would arrange one.</p>