In case you haven't noticed, this is the year of posts related to having a senior in high school. I make no apologies.
We visited a college on Saturday. It's a small, VT college about 2 hours from here. As we drove into the town, I concentrated on not blinking...it's very, very small. The college itself is a state college. It's smaller than my high school. Seriously. I'm not exaggerating.
As we toured & listened & toured some more, I was hit with a now-familiar sense of panic. I don't know how to do this. I don't have my own experience to fall back on - I moved out @ 18 into an appt with the frat boy that I later (really sooner...not later enough) married. We were both in college, but we weren't "typical" college students. I haven't done the dorm thing. I wasn't the sorority type. I didn't deal with dining halls - I had my very own stove on which to cook hamburger helper.
So. Here I am, trying to keep an open mind. Trying not to let my own opinions (it's smaller than my high school!!!) influence Hope's opinions. I do have fellow parents of seniors (& juniors, & college aged kids) that I can turn to for advice. But really? Most of those in my "support system" have children who still can't sit in the front seat of the car. I'm alone in this one....and that sucks.
For those of you who did do the "typical" college thing - fill me in. Don't mince words. I want to know. Tell me what you loved & hated. Tell me what really happens in the dorms. Tell me about the sex, drugs, and rock & roll.
(and then hand me a paper bag...I'm already hyperventilating)