With November deadlines fast approaching, we are in the midst of frantically filling in college applications and editing what we hope are killer essays written by our oldest son. It is stressful. Stressful might not be a strong enough word. It is on the verge of being traumatic. Hopefully we, as parents, will learn from this first experience and be a little better prepared for our middle son to do this in 4 years.
The typical conversation in our house these days goes like this:
Me, “Good morning! Did you finish that (insert college name here) essay?”
Him, “No mom, I’ve only been awake for 10 minutes so far today!”
Me, “Hey kiddo! Don’t forget to take out the trash! Hey, have you finished that (insert college name here) essay?”
Him, “No mom, I’ve been at school all day!”
Me, “Good night my love. Sleep good! Did you finish that (insert college name here) essay?”
Him, “No mom, I had to study for AP Chem/AP Calc/AP Whatever….”
Me, “Good morning! Hey….”
Him, “No mom.”
Me, “Oh, sorry.”
Him, “No, it’s ok, I know it’s important. It just so much.” Then we both cry a little, hug and it starts over again.
Tonight, we finished a big one. It is scary as hell to think that 1650 words on a screen can decide your fate. Especially when you are a family of mathematicians.