On November 13th, twelve hours after finding out about his first acceptance, CJ checked his application status for the very first university we had visited (pre-blog), a school that he had fallen in love with instantly.
There, on the screen was a new link "View Decision":
The brief acceptance message included a link to a welcome video, with stately halls of learning, charismatic professors and a diverse group of smart-looking students frolicking together in the autumn splendor.
So, it's only November and we are pinching ourselves: Can this be real? Can our lucky senior be "done" before most of his apps are even filled out? No need for safeties any more – Should he just throw together a few essays for some reaches and call it a day?
And what do I panic about now? It's a good thing that the economy sucks, because between this and the election, I barely qualify for Neurotic Parent status anymore. I guess I can spend the next seven months finding things wrong with the institution that wants my son, but it's all unchartered territory from here.
But fear not, dear book publishers. Within a day or so, the angst is bound to creep in, because now I must face the reality that my baby is actually leaving home. On my honor, I will do my best to find conflict and chaos in the remaining steps of the Process and keep up the anxiety level of this blog.