A Tosa resident for almost 20 years, Karen is a mom and freelance writer, addicted to playing tennis. When not on the tennis court, she spends the fall and winter in the stands at Green Bay Packer and Marquette basketball games.
Karen is the author of “Grab a Bite,” a dining out column and the former community columnist for the Wauwatosa NOW newspaper.
Like many families across the nation, we’re in the midst of playing the game I call “Acceptance.” Participants in the game are high school seniors and their parents. It’s an exciting game fraught with highs and lows. Basically, the game consists of opening the mailbox every day with a mixture of excitement and dread. Sometimes the mailbox is electronic, but nevertheless, everyone waits to find out: Was I accepted by the college of my choice? Did I get the scholarship that I want/deserve/need?
This is our second time playing Acceptance and you’d think that we’d play it better this time around. Not so much. When our son applied to colleges, he was lucky in one sense: He knew exactly what he wanted to study. This narrowed down his options, which was good, but also meant that disappointment could send him on a completely different path. Our daughter wants to follow a similar educational path, one that adds an extra added dimension of nerves and stress. More on that later.
I think it’s time, people. It’s almost March…or it will be when you’re reading this. I know, there’s still snow on the ground. Nevertheless, it’s time to take down the Christmas decorations. That’s right, I’ve designated myself the holiday outdoor decorating police. Feel free to object.