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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 … 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.
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 … 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. … Continue reading
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 … 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, … 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 … 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.
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 … 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.