<p>I just wanted so much to have a place to share my excitement, and I knew people here would understand...</p>
<p>So, in Spring of 2005, D got the magic gold ticket: A nearly free ride to one of the very top Ivy League schools. She felt honored, but also was ready for something other than academia. She deferred entry for a year, worked five months fulltime in a bakery to accumulate travel money, and then spent the next five months travelling in Europe and Morocco with a girlfriend, working on farms and couch-surfing.</p>
<p>She starts college in Fall 2006. Is immediately unhappy and goes downhill from there. Her reasons are subtle; she has friends, her classes are good, her room-mate acceptable, but she's deeply alienated from the whole Ivy League cultural juggernaut and doesn't see the point of it. And it gets in the way of her writing, she says. By Thanksgiving she's already saying she wants to leave. She sticks out the year, but by the end of it she's so desperately miserable that I worry about her. I've never heard her so unhappy.</p>
<p>She left school after that freshman spring semester, trailing perhaps at least one incomplete. I didn't ever see her grades. </p>
<p>I had been like any parent here in these forums, laying awake at night full of my own dreams and hopes and deadlines while she went through the application process. When she stopped going to school -- THAT school in particular! -- I struggled with so much disappointment I couldn't even see straight. Her free ticket to The Perfect College was worth more each year than our household even earns! </p>
<p>Technically she was on a leave of absence, but as that Leave entered its fourth year, I had to force myself to accept the likelihood that she'd never go back. We talked, and I made my case for school, and she rejected it. I had to listen and love her anyway. What else do you do with a self-supporting young person? Meanwhile, she worked on farms, did street performances and political activism, rode over a thousand miles on her bike, made herself successive solvent lives in Manhattan and Alaska and various other places, and wrote. I see her about twice a year, on average, for a couple weeks at a time. She is 24, and has grown up.</p>
<p>This morning she called me out of the blue from where she lives 2000 miles away and said she'd just finished all the re-entry processes with deans and financial aid offices and so forth, there are just a few financial aid pieces I have to help with, and she's headed back there in September!!! She wants to be a journalist, and now she craves the training in journalism, history, political theory, that only a college can provide. She's excited.</p>
<p>I'm swimming in joy, although this time I know that even if she didn't attend The Perfect College she would have been fine. It's just such an incredible feeling to have gone through this parental odyssey. I live far out in the country, and just needed to share my story with someone.</p>