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Let's go FU
Thursday I visited Furman with Jason. I thought it would be nice to see a college that wasn’t Carolina. I fell in love with the campus. There was a beautiful lake with ducks and swans. There were big oak trees all over the place. You could even see a mountain from certain parts of campus. I now know that I would rather go to a college with a lot of nature rather than one based in the middle of a city.
A certain principal canceled the physics trip to the state fair Thursday because he didn’t want us driving. It makes no sense because our parents are fine with it so why shouldn’t we be able to? I guess we raised such hell that he called Smith on Friday morning and said we can go by bus. The only bad thing is that we HAVE to come back at two. But at least we get to go for sometime, and for free:)
Friday was homecoming and I had so much fun. I ate at Prax’s house with Maggie and we were a little late, but we still got set up in record time. The boys rocked the first half and it went by very quickly. I got Fischer to do halftime water so that I could watch the crowning. I thought that it was a good choice, but slightly shocking. After the game, I visited sonic with Jason, Amber, and Kayla. We played moose and every one of us got another one. Fortunately I got hit before there were many people there. Kayla screamed moose when she was hit. We were all falling out of our seats with laughter.
Today my father and I rearranged. He put a speaker up on the wall with chains. It’s certainly interesting. I completely changed my bedroom. I would have never thought that my funiture was that heavy. I was going in circles around my bed trying to get it where I wanted it. I also ended up pushing my dresser with my feet because it was so heavy. There is so much more floorspace now!
I’d say it’s been a great weekend. Plus it’s not even over.
Lacey Talks to Crazies at Work, Vol. II
Phone: *ring ring*
Me: “StudioLab, this is Lacey”
Woman: “Um… yeah… is this Furman?”
Me: “Yes it is.”
Woman: *long pause* “Um yeah. I need to talk to someone in the OLLI program. I’ve already called three different numbers in the phone book that said Furman and none of them are taking me to OLLI.”
Me: “Oh, ok. Well this office isn’t really associated with OLLI but I can look up the number for you.”
Woman: *sounding incredibly annoyed* “Uh. I guess I’ll wait, yeah.”
*pause*
Me: “Yes ma’am, the number is blahblahblah”
Woman: “Huh. That’s not even one of the numbers listed in this book.”
Me: “….”
Woman: “I mean, you guys should really do a better job of listing numbers.”
Me: “Uh. Well I think most of the numbers can be found on the website.” (which, for the record, is exactly how I just found the number in approximately 30 seconds)
Woman: “No, I looked on the website. It’s impossible to find anything there. You should reallly just list them all in the phone book.”
Me, neglecting to mention that I do not list the numbers in the phone book and thus do not deserve this lecture and also neglecting to mention that Furman has like 75 numbers which would take up a whole page: “Uh. Yes ma’am.”
Woman: *pause*
Me: “Uh… did you need anything else, ma’am?”
Woman: “What? Oh no, I’m going to go call this number you gave me, I guess.”
Me: “Ok…”
Woman: “But I’m telling you, it’s definitely not in the phone book. Are you sure this is the right number?”
Me: “Yes ma’am, I’m pretty sure, I found it on the OLLI website.”
Woman: “OLLI doesn’t have its own website, I looked.”
Me: “Well no, but their page is like a section of the Furman website.”
Woman: “Oh. Well you can’t find anything on the Furman website.”
Me: “Uh… yeah.”
Woman: *silence*
Me: “Well… have a nice day, ma’am.”
Woman: “Oh. Yeah.”
*click*
What the fuck is wrong with people?
The ol' College try
It’s hard for me to believe that I took Paul – our youngest – to his first college fair at Farragut High School last night. Where has the time gone? Weren’t we just taking him for the first day of pre-school?
Meanwhile, just four years ago, we were doing all of this college selection stuff with Holly. But she’s the oldest. That sort of sounds like you are STARTING something.
Learning to ride a bike. Getting braces on. Getting braces off. Learning to drive. As a parent, you go through so many FIRSTS with your oldest child. They really FEEL like FIRSTS.
But when you’re going through a FIRST with your YOUNGEST child, it sounds like you’re about to end something. It sounds like you are going through a LAST.
I’m sure there will be plenty of time to write empty nester blogs somewhere down the line, so I’ll save that thread for later. This entry is about the college fair. And oh what a fair it was.
150 Schools. Countless college counselors. And droves of frantic FHS students and parents. The energy level at the school was tremendous.
It’s fun to watch this college selection stuff through the eyes of a teen. There is so much wide-eyed amazement, coupled with youthful enthusiasm. So, we let him lead the way.
For example, Paul was really charged up about going to the Dartmouth table. Nothing against Dartmouth; it’s a fine school. But Dartmouth, really? Last night, in the FHS commons, was the first time I had ever heard Paul mention the word Dartmouth in his entire life!
But, sure, why not? Let’s check out the Dartmouth table. Sure is green!
Along the way, he ruled out Purdue (not interested in engineering), Vanderbilt (too pricey) and Furman (too purple?).
He collected paperwork from the University of Memphis (tribute to grandpa?), Auburn (tribute to our former next door neighbor?) and Wofford (tribute to…Woffordonians?).
The truth of the matter is Paul didn’t get much out of last night. How could he? The FHS commons was really the FHS commotion last night. What I didn’t realize until later is that this college fair is ACTUALLY for three schools – FHS, Bearden High School and Hardin Valley Academy. The parking lot was packed; the cafeteria even more packed.
I doubt few people got much out of last night – counselors or students.
But, as the saying goes, a journey begins with the first step. Last night, I think, was Paul’s first step when it comes to selecting a college.
For me, it was a little bittersweet. As we zigged and zagged around the room, I kept running into Paul’s classmates and many parents I know – from church, from baseball, from our neighborhood. They’re all taking that first step, too.
The sweet comes from the excitement of youthful exuberance; the bitter comes from knowing that within two short years, I won’t be coming to this place, I won’t be seeing these people and this wonderful chapter will be over.
Like I said earlier, we’ll get there when we get there.
For tonight, it was kind of like Paul was at an all you can eat buffet…of colleges.
University of Tennessee, anyone?
JG
