<p>When we first met our hardworking, alert, community-grounded GC, he had racoon eyes from spending his whole weekend “bailing kids out of jail.” I figured we were on our own. </p>
<p>I liked him for other reasons than college aps. He understood the tough town and advised both of my older kids how to socialize more effectively with the vast majority of schoolmates for whom the last thing on their minds was college.</p>
<p>His grammar was pretty rocky. I wondered if a polished college AdCom were to call him about my kid. What would they think when the GC said, “He could have went…” or “I should have came…” Part of me actually wanted those conversations to occur, so the colleges would know what an uphill battle it was to find education in such a bad school. </p>
<p>Anyway, we really respected each other. In a million years, he couldn’t have figured out my kids’ college list. And I still don’t know how to bail a teenager out of jail.</p>