<p>Welcome to my Pity Party. You are all invited!</p>
<p>CC is the perfect venue for my pity party, as my pitiful state is all about college. Yes, All Things College currently fill me with a sense of Dread. Everything at my Pity Party, by the way, will be Oversized and Out of Proportion. Because I recognize that my sense of Dread is totally out of proportion to reality. </p>
<p>For any of you lovely guests who don’t know, the occasion for my pity party is the Limbo #2 that DS and all his cohorts have been thrust into as a late aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Having negotiated fall term as Visiting Students (and DS has had an excellent experience; no complaints there), he and his fellow Engineering students at Tulane now find themselves victim to a “phase-out” of most Engineering majors at Tulane. Bring on the College Transfer Application Process! <em>trumpet fanfare</em></p>
<p>As party favors at my Pity Party, I am handing out College Transfer Application forms. Feel free to complete as many of them as you wish. I will fill in my son’s name, rank and serial number after you, Lovely Guests, complete the essays. Yes, the essays are item Numero Uno contributing to my sense of dread. DS now gets to start thinking again about reach/match/safety (a rose by any other name…) schools, and I have Looked at the Application Forms. Oh, yes, there they are: the Reason I Want to Transfer to College X essay (makes sense); the My Most Important Extracurricular Essay (will the hs one work/does a one-semester college freshman have something new to write?); the Introduce Yourself to Your new Roommate Essay (the feeling of being overwhelmed - on behalf of DS -begins to creep in here; after all, he will be carrying 18 credits and settling in to a new school); the clever and unique essays (gotta have them - how would you spend $10 on an adventure and with whom?; …) the we are a serious university essay (share an intellectual idea that excites you)… The worry is in my head. My pity is for DS facing essay after essay after essay with a full schedule on his plate, with all the worries about “getting in” as the cherry on top of his party sundae.</p>
<p>In lieu of Live Entertainment at my Pity Party, there will be Me, Droning on and on. Oh, wait… I’ve already done that.</p>
<p>There will be games, though. Musical Recommendations, for instance: yes, each of these apps wants two from college profs (DS feels he has one great one in the bag and can probably get another good one - not too bad for 3 months in a total of 4 classes) and one from the Dean of Students - let’s see, will that be the Dean of Students at the Visiting School he is just now leaving or at his “real” school where he will have been for at least two weeks before he has to start this process? Pin the Tail on the SAT score will also be featured. Yes, gotta send them, too. These are not DS’ strong suit; ya think A’s in College Physics and Calc II might trump lackluster SAT IIs in Chem and Math? Gotta hope.</p>
<p>The dress for my Pity Party is Come As You Are. If you are bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, you might be mistaken for me, your gracious hostess.</p>
<p>Oh, yes, I know this is overblown and illogical. But so far, in every contest between Logic and Worry in my overwrought brain, Worry has been the easy victor.</p>
<p>There is method in my party hostess madness. As gifts, I am hoping for Release and Catharsis. One size fits all.</p>