<p>Ah, the “pretty” entrance. Junior year I took D1 on the California road trip, while my husband did the fly and public transportation east coast swing. With me we stayed in middle of the road hotels. On the east coast my husband went for four to five star accomodations. No surprise she came home leaning toward the east coast.</p>
<p>When it came time to actually sign up for schools she was accepted at my daughter narrowed it down to two, NYU and UCLA. My husband was sick, and couldn’t travel. Daughter and I were heading off to New York by ourselves. I had been to NY exactly once, for three days. That time we stayed at the Trump International. (On Columbus Circle.) We decided to stay there again as at least I could find the subway from there, and knew the general vicinity. Well, daughter was enamored with the hotel, which obviously was not where she would live for four years, but you know how impressions are. I really wanted her closer to home. So to give UCLA a fair shake, we needed to find another five star hotel. For UCLA accepted student day we stayed at the Hotel Bel Air. She picked UCLA. Yeah, sometimes impressions are everything. And any school looks better after a night on 1000 count sheets.</p>