A Different Kind of March Madness
If you have, or have had, a senior in high school, you know what I’m talking about. Every day it’s a mad dash to the mailbox, a little prayer said before it’s opened, and then the tentative sorting through envelopes looking hopefully for that big one, the one that starts with: “Congratulations!” Brian has made me promise not to open his mail, but he calls me from school every day at 1:30 to see what letters he has received. A large envelope is a good sign, one that portends acceptance to the university that he applied for. A regular sized envelope contains the letter that starts with: “Unfortunately…”
Brian has some good choices already – but we’re still waiting to see the outcome for several others. Until he has the full picture, he won’t be able to decide just where it is he’ll be going come September. Schools have promised to get letters to students by April 1, which means our waiting game should be over soon. And then it’s decision time – and we have until May 1 to declare our intentions.
It’s Sunday, and there’s no mail today… so we can breathe a little bit, at least until tomorrow!