<p>sgiovinc, I will buy you drinks for the next 30 days for that story! Great!</p>
<p>cheers, LOL!</p>
<p>I got it:</p>
<p>"life skills for dummies and recent high school graduates and the truely clueless"</p>
<p>seriously, we can put it together right here</p>
<p>there are some books out there that I am planning of giving my kids by leaving them in the bathroom</p>
<p>Here's what my S did when I picked him up at the airport for spring break. I always pick him up at arrivals/baggage although he doesn't check any baggage. On Friday night, I think every college kid was flying home. I circled the baggage area which was about 30 minutes to finally get up there to the front. S called me on his cellphone saying he was in "departures" because it wasn't as crowded. Now why couldn't he have called me as soon as he arrived instead of waiting 30 minutes looking for me, assuming I'd know where he was! Brilliant engineering student, I say, brilliant...</p>
<p>Clueless Report #2</p>
<p>It ain't Harvard but it is a pretty nifty "reach" LAC-- my D and her teammates all managed to get monster sunburns recently when they played a long match in unseasonably sunny weather and nobody thought to use that crazy newfangled substance, 'sunblock.'</p>
<p>Sg, we took up a collection a couple of months ago to help pay for college tuitions. :::digging in the chicken bucket:::: So far, we have a folded-up gum wrapper, a used toothpick, three pennies, and...what is that? A dead bug and some Tic Tacs. I'll buy you the next round. ;)</p>
<p>It's been three years (I feel like I'm in confession) since we were on the admissions roller-coaster, and I forgot what this month was really like. The waiting part I remembered. It's the subtleties I forgot. </p>
<p>Like, letting them get the news first. In the Age of the Information Highway, empowered by our righteous sense that parents not only deserve to know, but NEED to know because we've worked our a$$es off raising these kids (and our heads will explode if we are forced to wait any longer than necessary), the temptation to grab the knowledge that will change lives is overwhelming. Our generation invented the damn Information Highway, and we want to go 90 mph toward the exits. We want to see what the signs say...Berkeley, Vanderbilt, and Cal Poly next three exits! We've been gunning our psychological engines for a year now, but we're stuck in the parking garage and have to wait. :o </p>
<p>The moment is delicious when a son or daughter gets the news first. I can still picture our D's face each time she found out that she had been admitted. She asked us not to go to the mailbox before she got home from school. Part of her joy was finding the letters and opening them herself. Student portals seem to be the preferred method of notification these days, and that makes it even harder for computer savvy parents to resist going into the light. Three years ago many colleges were still sending their news via snail mail, and it was agonizing when the due dates rolled by, and there was still no letter. </p>
<p>I think for some seniors, it softens the blow when they are the first to see the rejections. They don't want to be put on display while their parents struggle to deliver the disappointing news. It infantilizes the moment and their response. If my son is old enough to register with the Selective Service (yeah, that was a shocker), he deserves the opportunity to see his own college admission notices before anyone else.</p>
<p>Having said that, we've already blown it! Yeah, we looked. Not only have we duct-taped our mouths shut for the rest of the month, we've sworn a solemn oath not to check his student portal. I'm working on ways to slip it into casual conversation every day this week. Something other than, "For the love of God, please tell me that you've checked your UC portals!!" :)</p>
<p>I admit that I do not know any passwords (or website addresses for that matter) related to the on line side of the admissions process. Not sure my D even checks the portals....</p>
<p>We have the "old school" mail slot right into the front hall so it is hard to miss the snail mail. I open skinny stuff from the schools. Good thing, as this is usually fin aid office in nature, and if I left it to D it would end up in the black hole of her room.</p>
<p>The waiting has been torture. More so because what we anticipate to be an admission notification has usually been a request for information that we had sent and the university had lost.</p>
<p>Scholastic portfolio awards are due this week...</p>
<p>The good news is that, no matter what, it's all resolved in the next six weeks.</p>
<p>sluggbugg #2406: Amen.</p>
<p>But I have a confession. When it comes to Transfer Apps for the Katrina'd Engineering student - all snail comes here (due to vagaries of NOLA postal service); all online submittals/paper chasing/password collecting etc. were done by Mom so that DS could have at least a modicum of a "normal" college semester. </p>
<p>Ta da! Mom gets the Decision Letters/emails/online answers <em>first</em> and DS doesn't mind.</p>
<p>Still a long wait, though. Transfer decisions sometimes as late as end of May :(.</p>
<p>I feel your pain, jmmom and m&sdad! Aaargh. We are in admissions purgatory where my friends and relatives screen my phone calls, and I screen theirs because if they can't sit there and listen to me obsess about college admissions, well...the Hell with 'em! ;) </p>
<p>I come from a family of morons, which is the main reason they can't relate. The next time one of them wants to talk to me about what their dog just horked up or some other earth-shattering news, I'm not going to answer the phone! :rolleyes:</p>
<p>you guys are harshing my mellow ;)</p>
<p>Sluggbugg,</p>
<p>I first read your text as "I come from a family of mormons." </p>
<p>Thought it must be the proggressive Mormon family in history, except for that whole monogamy thing... </p>
<p>Must have been too much of the hard stuff...</p>
<p>Harshing your mellow. OMG. Tee hee.</p>
<p>Ladies and Gentlemen, we have AN AGGIE! :)</p>
<p>If anybody wants me, I'll be on the floor.</p>
<p>m&sdad, let's just say it's a motley crew! :p</p>
<p>Slugg--UC Davis!!! HOOHAW!!!</p>
<p>Well, I see that Slugg has declared the pet horking topic off-limits for now. Hmm. Let me see. What else is there going on in my life . . . ? ? ?</p>
<p>Oh yeah, we just had a something going about clueless Ivy League graduate sons. Well, mine isn't graduated or Ivy League, but I am glad I called to "check in" yesterday.</p>
<p>Me--"Hi, Do you wan't me to try to get you a ticket to the Opera on Sunday? Your sisters' voice teacher is singing in it."</p>
<p>Him --"Uh."</p>
<p>Me--"Well, since you'll be here, I thought you might like to go."</p>
<p>Him "Uh. I'm not coming home until Mon."</p>
<p>Me-- "Uh? Your dad tacked a note on the bulletin board here that says your flight is on Saturday."</p>
<p>Him --"Why?. . . I wanted to come home on Mon. . . Well, I was gonna check on that."</p>
<p>Me--"Were you going to check before Sat.?"</p>
<p>Him-- " Uh. I'm kinda tired . . ."</p>
<p>Me--"Okay, talk to you later!" </p>
<p>Today's E-mail "Go ahead and get the opera ticket. Don't call me today. I might be in finals . . ."</p>
<p>Gotta love it. Now, back to the pet horking thing. . .</p>
<p>Actually, the cat hasn't horked anything since we've been trying the "hairball control" cat food. And we put "the pillow" (the pink shaggy one) away, so I don't have to hear my 16 year old comments "Mom, I saw the cat trying to "do" the pillow . . ." </p>
<p>So, kinda boring around here. . . That's a GOOD thing!</p>
<p>Hola from mexico. Where pets hork up things in another language, so luckily I won't be able to hear, see or understand it.</p>
<p>Will check back in next time I hit the Internet cafe. this one is my first find, but not wireless and not free. but I'm connected! <em>yippee</em></p>
<p>Hey jmmom! Soak up some sun for me! It's still cold here:(.</p>
<p>80 degrees here Monday, snowing yesterday. Any wonder people are bipolar...</p>
<p>Howdy to Jmmom in Mexico! </p>
<p>The first college rejection has just arrived. Rejected at UCSC. Yes, that's right. Rejected from Slugville. LOL! :D Go figure.</p>