The first college acceptance letter

Represents the look my niece gives me after I gave her the scholarship assignments. It’s was a very long list.

My niece spent the weekend on cloud nine (very very happy) because she received her first college acceptance letter. I’m so thrilled for her. Especially since it was accompanied by a financial aid package of $20,000 a year for four years.

Of course, the school actually costs $30,000 a year in tuition, then you need to add room and board. But this is a great start.

I often find myself reliving life’s “first” events through my nieces and nephews. The first day at school. The first sleepover. The first job. The first real driver’s license. The first dance, date, prom, etc. I find myself wanting to tell them to slow down, that I’m not ready for them to be grown ups, to grow up, to stop being the little kids who own my heart. But I’m a good aunt, so I just dive in and help them achieve the next milestone, and celebrate the next win.

For my niece, college is the next milestone.

I’ve agreed to help her with her scholarship search. Which means regular meetings to go over potential scholarships, writing applications, and all the steps in between. And I’m wondering how that happened, that I became the “guru” on something I barely did for myself so many years ago.

So, be warned, you’ll probably suffer through the process with me. And we’ll all cheer when she makes it to her college of choice.

Words for 2011

I’ve done that thing where I don’t blog in forever and then I want to catch up on the things that are important. Into the third day of the second month of the new year, I’m not sure that’s going to be possible.

Without looking at the dates on my blog (and I’m writing this onto evernote on my iphone) I can’t remember that last time I posted anything. I especially can’t remember the last time I posted anything substantial.

So, rather than try to give everyone a long, drawn-out post catching you up, I’m going to do a “words” post… sort of in reverse. The way it’s supposed to work is that I pick three words and choose them to guide my year. What I’ve done is picked three words that describe last year… or rather, that ended up being important last year.

Here they are:

  • diverticulitis
  • hysterectomy
  • self-sabotage

The first is a disease that has changed my focus and with which I’m battling on a continued basis; I got the diagnosis midway through the year.

The second is a word describing a procedure that hasn’t happened yet, but will happen this year.

The third is something I’ve realized is a bigger problem in my life than I ever thought.

There. You’re caught up.

See you soon.