Let the college search officially begin!

College kickoff night at Greenwich High last night. We and a bunch of other families with juniors packed ourselves, sardine-like, into the media center, trying to breath through the overheated air perfumed with all manner of lotions, shampoos, cologne and dinner aromas.

Before the heat overtook me (seriously board of ed, we could save a mint if you’d just lower the heat a degree or two), I had fun spying some of Catherine’s grade school mates — like her now all grown up and miles away from their kindergarten selves. (Don’t tell, but sometimes I had to use the parent as a point of reference to figure out who I was looking at!)

We arrived full of hope and expectation, and left armed with a folder full of forms, instructions, timelines, deadlines and homework assignments.

My head is spinning. My wallet is quaking.

And I’m feeling very, very old.