When Gigi was a freshman, I volunteered to help out at the IB potluck dinner. I was cleaning up with some other moms when one of them mentioned to another that UGA does not take the common app. “What’s the common app?” I asked. That’s really when it all started. When we stopped focusing on life in Marietta, GA and started working on a plan to get Gigi out of Marietta, GA. Continue reading
To say that I’m overwhelmed by the college application process is an understatement. It’s completely different than when I applied in the 80s. Let me paint you a picture. Continue reading
Gigi’s middle school is within walking distance of our home. On the first day of sixth grade, she and her friend Shelby met at our house. We measured them on the door (of course) and took pictures. When it was time to hit the road, Shelby’s father Eric said, “Okay girls! From here on out, it’s all about getting into Harvard!” I happened to snap the pic above at the moment Eric said those words. Priceless. Continue reading
Gigi doesn’t have the best reputation with her school water bottles. We go through five or six a year. I have no idea what she’s doing to break them, but let’s just say, high school is murder on water bottles. Here’s her latest. Any guesses when you think it will break? I’m going with before Halloween. If she makes it to October 15th, I’ll be impressed!
I enjoy facebook. Sometimes I forget that it’s not just a place for me and my sisters to try and crack each other up. Real people look at it and share what’s going on in their lives. I enjoy seeing how my friends’ kids are doing and where they’re going on vacation or what they’re up to at work. It’s fun. Continue reading
This is it! First day of senior year! A countdown can officially begin. If I had any idea when the last day of school is, I would consider doing that. But I don’t. I suppose I could look it up, but I prefer to live in a moderate state of ignorance. Continue reading
I noticed when we moved to East Cobb that high school seniors often paint their cars before the first day of school with phrases like “Class of 17!!!” or “Seniors!!!” Always lots of exclamation points. Always lots of enthusiasm. It’s one of those things you see when your kid is a freshman, and you think, “We can’t forget to do that senior year!!!” We almost forgot. Continue reading
The weekend before school begins, Campbell hosts a campus clean up. Parents and teachers converge with rakes and shovels and gloves to pull weeds, spread pine straw and generally spruce up the joint. It’s a big job. Continue reading
I have driven from my office in Woodstock to Gigi’s school in Smyrna in a full-on panic probably 100 times since Gigi started freshmen year. Most school functions are during the school day or right when it ends, and I feel like I’m constantly racing the clock. All working moms feel the pull of work and family. Mine just happens to manifest itself on 75 South. Continue reading
That was the first line in a letter I received from the school today. A wave of nostalgia washed over me. When Gigi was a baby in 1999, I remember thinking that 2017 sounded like a million years away. Continue reading
