We finally convened last Saturday to Do This Thing. Maddy, Laurie, Debbie, and I -- each with our own laptop -- lined up along Debbie's kitchen counter. Maddy filled in Americorps and Common applications, Debbie and I divided & conquered an bleery-eyed lists of schools, Laurie practiced Mavis Beacon's "learn to type" so every few minutes would lament "Damn, I sunk another plane!"
Radford's art courses were amazing, 'till we realized maybe some of the stellar faculty hadn't actually been there in years ... Colorado College first did it's block schedule so faculty and students could spend more time questioning the Viet Nam war (learned this from a friend who taught there -- said she loved it and they were the only students ever who read everything assigned) ... no way will Maddy get accepted to UCSB, it's all by the highest numbers imaginable ... the Sweet Briar homepage is so pink & green I suspect the graduates wear bows instead of tassels ... Middlebury, Sarah Lawrence, Smith, Swathmore Amherst describe dance as nectar sweet for the gods ... U Oregon, U Colorado, UNC Greensboro more government-issue but still rich ... North Carolina is the best in-state deal for the buck I've found, but Maddy's best fit (Appalachian State) would keep her in the hometown she's desperate to leave.
We refrained from drinking, although not sure why. I did a spreadsheet, which dulled my headache some (I love spreadsheets), and we stumbled home 8 hours later. Both Debbie and I dreamt of gruesome disasters and disorganized chaos the whole following night.