Anonymous wrote:Congrats to you and your son OP! Your story and PP's story remind me of the craziness that overcame my father during my college application process (gasp! 20 years ago?!??!). I received a big, fat envelope in the mail from my stretch school. My father's dream school...for me, of course, right? My mother called him at work to let him know it was there. He picked me up from school (even though we lived a block away) and brought me home where it was sitting (immaculately) on the dining room table. He was literally salivating as I opened it up, silently read it (acceptance letter), and muttered, "Cool" before I dropped it back on the table and basically ran out the door back to track practice.
Needless to say, he framed the letter and it sits on his desk today.
And, yes, I did get talked into going to that school!
