<p>Vitrac, Mazel Tov!</p>
<p>Pennylane, Shawbridge, Champs and MomofNEA: So grateful for your support, kindness & wisdom. It’s helpful to know that we’re not alone as we muddle through this sometimes heartrending process. It’s just another part of life’s ups and downs.</p>
<p>As an adult, I am an organized, detail-oriented, gotta-get-it-done-yesterday kind of gal (I’m just exuding warm fuzzies, hmm?). But, as a kid in college, I was a “why do today what you can put off til tomorrow?” scared-of-her-own-shadow free spirit. So, I understand my DD’s fear, and therefore, resistance. However, I must squelch the throttling fantasies far too often! And yes, all my well-intentioned friends with dynamic, all-around-exceptional, uber-responsible kids politely say, “Are you sure she’s ready?” or “Have you considered a gap year?” (for your irresponsible immature sloth?) LOL! If they knew me in HS/college, they wouldn’t recognize me now. So, I push forward and I push DD forward, because she’s my DearD…just as my Mom didn’t give up on me. :)</p>
<p>On a happier note, DD and I were impressed when we visited Clark University in Worcester, MA, recently. It certainly is not the prettiest or largest campus we’ve seen, and the city is distressed, but the grounds and surrounding community were clean & well-maintained. More importantly, Clark has fostered a positive relationship among city residents, companies/organizations and police which benefits the student body. Students work, volunteer, and intern in Worcester, providing an endless source of community service to the city. The city, in turn, assists with safety measures & forums, cultural, educational & employment opportunites, and off-campus housing. It’s symbiotic and every student with whom we spoke was high on Worcester (Yes, we, I mean, I, asked random students), even regarding safety issues. And most importantly, the academics and support system seem topnotch: student-centered and comprehensive. </p>
<p>My D, while less than ecstatic, was receptive and not negative. At one point on our tour, I looked around at the other guests, HS seniors and lackluster, all. Each was either staring at the sky, staring at the ground, or staring at & playing with his/her fingernails, and one had his back to us all. I felt for the Student Tour Guide, but once again, realized I was not alone, and felt more for the parents.</p>