First, business news:
An interview with me that also features the twin minions in living color, plus a photo of me that I do not hate.
http://bit.ly/cwWoje I've spent most of the week shuffling the eldest minion around to various New England college campuses. Part of me is thrilled that she's going to go to college and she's enthusiastic about it. She has a PLAN.
The other part of me is terrified about how to pay for it. I can't do anything about the latter so I'm trying to just chant "fill out the forms and see what happens..."
The minion says to me "Ma, this school is $40,000 per year and this one is $30,000, should I eliminate the more expensive one?"
Me: "Kid, I can't afford $30,00. Or much at all. So you might as well just apply and see what happens."
But as I'm walking on the various tours, I keep wanting to ask questions that I know won't be answered.
Such as:
"Just how much sex goes on in your dorms?"
"How much drinking on an average night?"
"How good are your teachers? No, really, how GOOD are your teachers?"
"How long does it take to get from one end of campus to the other in the middle of a New England winter?"
"How bad is the food? No, really, how bad is the food?"
But the eldest minion would no doubt be HORRIFIED by her embarrassing mother, so I have kept quiet.
We have two more visits to go. UConn, tomr, which is our state school. And then Holy Cross. Which I got into back in the day but went somewhere else. :)