Hi guys. OP here. I just want to say thank you again for everyone being so kind and helpful. I learned alot and that’s important but I think I also just felt better about people, and that’s an even bigger thing sometimes.
Now, strap in and bear with me because I have a story to tell. (I promise my middle name isn’t Loquacious, though it may seem like it by the time you are done. But I swear there is a point!)
Like so many here, this whole college admissions thing has been a tough go. It was so exciting deciding where to apply and browsing through all these amazing places on the internet. We weren’t able to visit any, but my D had been perusing for a long time and knew what she was looking for. We both just marked days down on the calendar, in anticipation of March, to see how it all shook out and where she would be heading. She cannot wait to get out of small town MS so it was kind of a nice anticipatory time. The first acceptance came thru on a Friday night while she and I were sitting watching a movie. We were so clueless about the whole process, we didn’t even know decisions were coming out! It was Agnes Scott, with a nice scholarship. How exciting! I don’t think we ever even finished the movie. We talked to grands and whooped and hollered. A week or so later, the second acceptance came thru - Bard Berlin, with a nice merit aid scholarship. Yay! (Also, again, no clue it was even coming). Man, this is going to be FUN. Then came a target school - waitlisted. Oops, a blip, but fine. About five days later, another target…waitlisted. Uh oh. I was sitting at a ballet class with my younger daughter and just boo hooed, but to the dismay of D. I think I knew then we were in trouble. (Plus, MHC was our favorite, I think). Sure enough, the remaining six were reaches and they all came in…four in one day…rejected. It was awful. And sad. So, so, sad.
But compounding it FOR ME, at our house, was the extreme guilt. See, we homeschool. It was a choice we made in sixth grade. And the absolutely right choice for this kid, being who she is and where we live. She thrived. Got to go and do things she couldn’t have done stuck in public school. Like going to see James Meredith when he came to our little library in 7th grade and getting to have a talk with him. That kind of thing was priceless for her. Anyway, people would ask about college and I would be, like, pshaw, it will be fine. She’s a great, smart kid (good enough ACT in 7th grade to go thru Duke TiP program) and anybody would be glad to have her. I had NO CLUE. So I didn’t guide her - we didn’t know the vast difference between public and private. IS and OOS. FAFSA. CCS. It was a learning curve. And then I had to fill out the rec for her since she didn’t have a guidance counselor. Do you know how hard it is to do that as her MOM?? How do you separate the two? But I did - pounded one out and thought it was great. Spoke to who she was while being entertaining because, hey, I figured those admission folks got tired of seeing the same ole rec letters day in and day out. They would remember this one! (In other words, I didn’t take it serious enough). Flan liked it, except for one line - well, one word really - but I refused to change it because I thought it was great! And said who she was! And did I mention entertaining??
Well, you can imagine how I’ve lost sleep over this one. Obviously, it wasn’t entertaining. Or serious enough. Or whatever. I have beat myself thinking this is why she didn’t get in until I’m black and blue. That on top of all the other mistakes we made. Like, thinking since we are lower income in the most pitiful state in the union, grant and federal aid money would be good and there would be no issues. HA!
So here we are. End of April, looking down the barrel of May 1. Going back and forth between two perfectly fine places about the same price. Until I saw the insurance cost. So, let me stop here and do this. Wednesday night at 12:30 am my precious daughter sent this text:
what if i paid for my insurance for AS, could we make it work? like i know i have to put all my job stuff towards other college expenses but after the next couple weeks, especially once i’m done with writing and stuff and don’t have to leave early, i could try to work full time hours if they’ll give them to me. i know it’s not only insurance, but if it was and i could make $300 a week from working a few more hours, then i’d have a year of insurance paid for after three months of working. i could do that every summer and pay for it every year. i know there’s other stuff to pay for too, but even if i could work that much and do like 200 or 250 of it for insurance so it’s easier on you and still earn money for actual tuition. i basically have money for books already.
(Part two next)