Accepted Students Day at Hofstra yesterday has us in a tizzy. Too much information, too many faces, far too many deadlines and guidelines to absorb.
The whirlwind that is senior year continues to pick up steam, building on itself. I swear our house fairly vibrates with the excitement of it all.
Seriously, though, it was a great day — a chance to introduce ourselves to some key people in the education department where Catherine will be studying, the financial aid office (natch) … even one of the nurses.
Catherine met some of her future classmates (including one guy who remembered her from Facebook and still hasn’t gotten the message that she’s not into him), visit a friend who is finishing freshman year there, and get some of the priorities on her list checked off (fish ARE allowed in the dorm).
Hofstra rolled out the red carpet, hoping many of the students would sign on the dotted line before they went home. The school mascots posed for pictures, the choral groups serenaded us, the dance team performed. Everyone was helpful, full of smiles.
Catherine made herself comfortable in short order.
The financial aid workshop was sweetened with coffee and fresh-baked cookies, both of which tasted exactly like the fare provided for us at Pace U in 1984.
And although we passed up the chance to buy key chains, hats, socks — even m&ms and mints with the university logo, Catherine succumbed:
She went to school today in the sweatshirt; I’m betting she doesn’t take it off anytime soon.