Given the somewhat pathetic, whiny tone of my last post, I thought I should follow up with the sequel, the Friday that followed the pitiful Thursday night.
Friday was a good day, the day parents were included in the junior visit to Trinity College. I arrived on campus shortly before 9:00 AM. The students had been gathered for a welcome and devotional time, and I was somewhat gratified to see the look of happiness (and relief, perhaps?) on Katie's face when I walked in the room during the admissions department presentation.
Parents and students were split up and taken on tours of the campus. It's a quaint, small campus, and the dorms were okay. Katie thinks they're good, so if she ends up there, then all that really matters is that she finds them livable. The dorm rules were definitely different from Cedarville College's eighties-something dorm rules, the last dorm rules I ever gave much thought to. Of course guys and girls live in the same building, but they only live together on one floor, with the guys in one wing and the girls in the other. The question is no longer, "Are members of the opposite sex allowed in the rooms?" but rather, "How late may members of the opposite sex stay in each others' rooms?" I'm just not going to think about that very much.
The highlight of Friday's visit was meeting with the art department's representative, an enthusiastic young professor who told us about the new facility dedicated to the art and communications departments that will be opening this fall. She's had the responsibility of ordering the equipment (including Macs for the graphic design emphasis) for the new facility, and we were pleased to see the commitment to the arts at this small liberal arts college. In fact, one of the front-page stories in the student newspaper was the problem that students don't support sports events well, and my tour guide, a baseball player, somewhat plaintively explained that AFTER the arts and communications facility is finished, then attention will be paid to a baseball field. This lack of sports zeal definitely warmed our artsy hearts.
We also had an opportunity to hear from the financial director (yikes!), and I'm still trying to grasp the sticker price of a four-year private college education. And we talked to a rep from the music department who described some of the choral opportunities for students who want to participate. It sounds like Katie would get to keep up with her music love if she wanted to at Trinity.
And so Friday ended up being a good day. It's hard not to feel the excitement of academia and to realize that Katie will get to experience all of this soon. And I will survive; other moms have made it, and I will too.
Tomorrow Katie goes to a college fair here in Grand Rapids. Henry's going to take her to that one. It will be a good initiation to dad duties, and he probably won't experience the trauma I underwent.
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