Our oldest is a junior (I know, still not sure how THAT happened) so, my husband, Garth (not his real name) and I attended a financial aid workshop at the high school, last night.
Because, you know, she's a junior, in high school and, well, this whole, "Holy Hannah Montana, I got a junior in high school," thing really didn't seem like such a big deal…when she was in kindergarten.
Long story, short (as of now, anyway) and 6 hand-written pages worth of notes, later (old school, I know) our best takeaway from the night?
We can now continue to talk about our kids, continuing their education, without throwing up.
Good thing, too, seeing as we'll be very, very busy, filling out paperwork, for the next 16 years.
Yes, I know, we have 4 kids and, yeah, this is EXACTLY the sort of stuff expert-types tell us we should have…you know…talked about…sooner.
Aaaand, it's totally what I expected the very expert-looking dude to tell us, last night, too.
Although, we kind of sort of, you know, already knew.
Still, the workshop was free and I was thankful to get any advice, coming from people, who get paid good money, to tell other people, you know, they don't have any money.
So, I sat there, kept my mouth shut (which, anyone who knows me, knows, quiet makes me itch) watched the expert-like dude fire up his power point, "Helping Students Pursue Their Educational & Career Goals," and cringed in anticipation
"It's never too late to start planning for college."
[heavy sigh]
I should have known, better. He wasn't wearing a tie!
Morale of the Story: "Remember, an expert is a person who tells you a simple thing in a confused way to make you think the confusion is your own fault" ~ William Castle (producer of Rosemary's Baby, so, yeah, he should know!)
Thanks, I.O.U. one, expert-like dude, along with everyone else, for the next 16 years.
© 2003 – 2011 This Full House
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Paying for it stinks. I know, I have been for the last 3 years.
You’ll figure it out, though. Has she decided where she wants to go yet?
Paying for it stinks. I know, I have been for the last 3 years.
You’ll figure it out, though. Has she decided where she wants to go yet?
Paying for it stinks. I know, I have been for the last 3 years.
You’ll figure it out, though. Has she decided where she wants to go yet?
Paying for it stinks. I know, I have been for the last 3 years.
You’ll figure it out, though. Has she decided where she wants to go yet?
Paying for it stinks. I know, I have been for the last 3 years.
You’ll figure it out, though. Has she decided where she wants to go yet?
Paying for it stinks. I know, I have been for the last 3 years.
You’ll figure it out, though. Has she decided where she wants to go yet?
Paying for it stinks. I know, I have been for the last 3 years.
You’ll figure it out, though. Has she decided where she wants to go yet?
Paying for it stinks. I know, I have been for the last 3 years.
You’ll figure it out, though. Has she decided where she wants to go yet?
Nope, hoping to have a list and visited a couple by the end of summer break.
Nope, hoping to have a list and visited a couple by the end of summer break.
Nope, hoping to have a list and visited a couple by the end of summer break.
Nope, hoping to have a list and visited a couple by the end of summer break.
Nope, hoping to have a list and visited a couple by the end of summer break.
Nope, hoping to have a list and visited a couple by the end of summer break.
Nope, hoping to have a list and visited a couple by the end of summer break.
Nope, hoping to have a list and visited a couple by the end of summer break.
I knew after sending my girls through Catholic grade and high schools there would be no money left for college. They were on their own. Now The Oldest fills out the financial aid forms and loan application forms. Do I feel guilty she has to pay for college? A little, but friends have told me it’s a rite of passage. I hang onto that statement like a lifeline. I wish you well in the next 16 years. Really, I do.
As for that “how did that happen” feeling, I have felt it many times, especially just recently when The Youngest turned 17 in April. The Oldest turns 20 at the end of this month. I definitely have that “how in the God’s green earth did that happen?” feeling. She’s no longer a teen!
I knew after sending my girls through Catholic grade and high schools there would be no money left for college. They were on their own. Now The Oldest fills out the financial aid forms and loan application forms. Do I feel guilty she has to pay for college? A little, but friends have told me it’s a rite of passage. I hang onto that statement like a lifeline. I wish you well in the next 16 years. Really, I do.
As for that “how did that happen” feeling, I have felt it many times, especially just recently when The Youngest turned 17 in April. The Oldest turns 20 at the end of this month. I definitely have that “how in the God’s green earth did that happen?” feeling. She’s no longer a teen!
I knew after sending my girls through Catholic grade and high schools there would be no money left for college. They were on their own. Now The Oldest fills out the financial aid forms and loan application forms. Do I feel guilty she has to pay for college? A little, but friends have told me it’s a rite of passage. I hang onto that statement like a lifeline. I wish you well in the next 16 years. Really, I do.
As for that “how did that happen” feeling, I have felt it many times, especially just recently when The Youngest turned 17 in April. The Oldest turns 20 at the end of this month. I definitely have that “how in the God’s green earth did that happen?” feeling. She’s no longer a teen!
I knew after sending my girls through Catholic grade and high schools there would be no money left for college. They were on their own. Now The Oldest fills out the financial aid forms and loan application forms. Do I feel guilty she has to pay for college? A little, but friends have told me it’s a rite of passage. I hang onto that statement like a lifeline. I wish you well in the next 16 years. Really, I do.
As for that “how did that happen” feeling, I have felt it many times, especially just recently when The Youngest turned 17 in April. The Oldest turns 20 at the end of this month. I definitely have that “how in the God’s green earth did that happen?” feeling. She’s no longer a teen!
I knew after sending my girls through Catholic grade and high schools there would be no money left for college. They were on their own. Now The Oldest fills out the financial aid forms and loan application forms. Do I feel guilty she has to pay for college? A little, but friends have told me it’s a rite of passage. I hang onto that statement like a lifeline. I wish you well in the next 16 years. Really, I do.
As for that “how did that happen” feeling, I have felt it many times, especially just recently when The Youngest turned 17 in April. The Oldest turns 20 at the end of this month. I definitely have that “how in the God’s green earth did that happen?” feeling. She’s no longer a teen!
I knew after sending my girls through Catholic grade and high schools there would be no money left for college. They were on their own. Now The Oldest fills out the financial aid forms and loan application forms. Do I feel guilty she has to pay for college? A little, but friends have told me it’s a rite of passage. I hang onto that statement like a lifeline. I wish you well in the next 16 years. Really, I do.
As for that “how did that happen” feeling, I have felt it many times, especially just recently when The Youngest turned 17 in April. The Oldest turns 20 at the end of this month. I definitely have that “how in the God’s green earth did that happen?” feeling. She’s no longer a teen!
I knew after sending my girls through Catholic grade and high schools there would be no money left for college. They were on their own. Now The Oldest fills out the financial aid forms and loan application forms. Do I feel guilty she has to pay for college? A little, but friends have told me it’s a rite of passage. I hang onto that statement like a lifeline. I wish you well in the next 16 years. Really, I do.
As for that “how did that happen” feeling, I have felt it many times, especially just recently when The Youngest turned 17 in April. The Oldest turns 20 at the end of this month. I definitely have that “how in the God’s green earth did that happen?” feeling. She’s no longer a teen!
I knew after sending my girls through Catholic grade and high schools there would be no money left for college. They were on their own. Now The Oldest fills out the financial aid forms and loan application forms. Do I feel guilty she has to pay for college? A little, but friends have told me it’s a rite of passage. I hang onto that statement like a lifeline. I wish you well in the next 16 years. Really, I do.
As for that “how did that happen” feeling, I have felt it many times, especially just recently when The Youngest turned 17 in April. The Oldest turns 20 at the end of this month. I definitely have that “how in the God’s green earth did that happen?” feeling. She’s no longer a teen!
Yes, I agree. If I had a dollar for each time my husband and I have pointed out that our kids have to work for what they want, well, this post would probably never have happened. It is most certainly a rite of passage and I am totally going to hang on to that, too — thanks, my friend!!!
Yes, I agree. If I had a dollar for each time my husband and I have pointed out that our kids have to work for what they want, well, this post would probably never have happened. It is most certainly a rite of passage and I am totally going to hang on to that, too — thanks, my friend!!!
Yes, I agree. If I had a dollar for each time my husband and I have pointed out that our kids have to work for what they want, well, this post would probably never have happened. It is most certainly a rite of passage and I am totally going to hang on to that, too — thanks, my friend!!!
Yes, I agree. If I had a dollar for each time my husband and I have pointed out that our kids have to work for what they want, well, this post would probably never have happened. It is most certainly a rite of passage and I am totally going to hang on to that, too — thanks, my friend!!!
Yes, I agree. If I had a dollar for each time my husband and I have pointed out that our kids have to work for what they want, well, this post would probably never have happened. It is most certainly a rite of passage and I am totally going to hang on to that, too — thanks, my friend!!!
Yes, I agree. If I had a dollar for each time my husband and I have pointed out that our kids have to work for what they want, well, this post would probably never have happened. It is most certainly a rite of passage and I am totally going to hang on to that, too — thanks, my friend!!!
Yes, I agree. If I had a dollar for each time my husband and I have pointed out that our kids have to work for what they want, well, this post would probably never have happened. It is most certainly a rite of passage and I am totally going to hang on to that, too — thanks, my friend!!!
Yes, I agree. If I had a dollar for each time my husband and I have pointed out that our kids have to work for what they want, well, this post would probably never have happened. It is most certainly a rite of passage and I am totally going to hang on to that, too — thanks, my friend!!!
As much as I hate it, Nick has to work while in school. I know that it’s character-building and all, but it still makes me sad. He is thriving and his grades are good and it’s teaching him work ethic, yadda yadda yadda.
Oh…and I was also one of those deer in the headlights parents at our financial aid talk when Nick was a junior.
He’s my only (as you know from reading my blog) and I have to say I’m about to throw up because he’ll be 21 at the end of this year. Where in the h-e- double hockey sticks does the time GO????
As much as I hate it, Nick has to work while in school. I know that it’s character-building and all, but it still makes me sad. He is thriving and his grades are good and it’s teaching him work ethic, yadda yadda yadda.
Oh…and I was also one of those deer in the headlights parents at our financial aid talk when Nick was a junior.
He’s my only (as you know from reading my blog) and I have to say I’m about to throw up because he’ll be 21 at the end of this year. Where in the h-e- double hockey sticks does the time GO????
As much as I hate it, Nick has to work while in school. I know that it’s character-building and all, but it still makes me sad. He is thriving and his grades are good and it’s teaching him work ethic, yadda yadda yadda.
Oh…and I was also one of those deer in the headlights parents at our financial aid talk when Nick was a junior.
He’s my only (as you know from reading my blog) and I have to say I’m about to throw up because he’ll be 21 at the end of this year. Where in the h-e- double hockey sticks does the time GO????
As much as I hate it, Nick has to work while in school. I know that it’s character-building and all, but it still makes me sad. He is thriving and his grades are good and it’s teaching him work ethic, yadda yadda yadda.
Oh…and I was also one of those deer in the headlights parents at our financial aid talk when Nick was a junior.
He’s my only (as you know from reading my blog) and I have to say I’m about to throw up because he’ll be 21 at the end of this year. Where in the h-e- double hockey sticks does the time GO????
As much as I hate it, Nick has to work while in school. I know that it’s character-building and all, but it still makes me sad. He is thriving and his grades are good and it’s teaching him work ethic, yadda yadda yadda.
Oh…and I was also one of those deer in the headlights parents at our financial aid talk when Nick was a junior.
He’s my only (as you know from reading my blog) and I have to say I’m about to throw up because he’ll be 21 at the end of this year. Where in the h-e- double hockey sticks does the time GO????
As much as I hate it, Nick has to work while in school. I know that it’s character-building and all, but it still makes me sad. He is thriving and his grades are good and it’s teaching him work ethic, yadda yadda yadda.
Oh…and I was also one of those deer in the headlights parents at our financial aid talk when Nick was a junior.
He’s my only (as you know from reading my blog) and I have to say I’m about to throw up because he’ll be 21 at the end of this year. Where in the h-e- double hockey sticks does the time GO????
As much as I hate it, Nick has to work while in school. I know that it’s character-building and all, but it still makes me sad. He is thriving and his grades are good and it’s teaching him work ethic, yadda yadda yadda.
Oh…and I was also one of those deer in the headlights parents at our financial aid talk when Nick was a junior.
He’s my only (as you know from reading my blog) and I have to say I’m about to throw up because he’ll be 21 at the end of this year. Where in the h-e- double hockey sticks does the time GO????
As much as I hate it, Nick has to work while in school. I know that it’s character-building and all, but it still makes me sad. He is thriving and his grades are good and it’s teaching him work ethic, yadda yadda yadda.
Oh…and I was also one of those deer in the headlights parents at our financial aid talk when Nick was a junior.
He’s my only (as you know from reading my blog) and I have to say I’m about to throw up because he’ll be 21 at the end of this year. Where in the h-e- double hockey sticks does the time GO????
One of my gang's favorite way to torture their mother (that would be me) is to constantly remind me how old they'll be turning, next year. Congrats on making it thru…21 years…my friend 🙂
One of my gang's favorite way to torture their mother (that would be me) is to constantly remind me how old they'll be turning, next year. Congrats on making it thru…21 years…my friend 🙂
One of my gang's favorite way to torture their mother (that would be me) is to constantly remind me how old they'll be turning, next year. Congrats on making it thru…21 years…my friend 🙂
One of my gang's favorite way to torture their mother (that would be me) is to constantly remind me how old they'll be turning, next year. Congrats on making it thru…21 years…my friend 🙂
One of my gang's favorite way to torture their mother (that would be me) is to constantly remind me how old they'll be turning, next year. Congrats on making it thru…21 years…my friend 🙂
One of my gang's favorite way to torture their mother (that would be me) is to constantly remind me how old they'll be turning, next year. Congrats on making it thru…21 years…my friend 🙂
One of my gang's favorite way to torture their mother (that would be me) is to constantly remind me how old they'll be turning, next year. Congrats on making it thru…21 years…my friend 🙂
One of my gang's favorite way to torture their mother (that would be me) is to constantly remind me how old they'll be turning, next year. Congrats on making it thru…21 years…my friend 🙂
Financing for college is one of the worst nightmare causing worries I’ve ever had. We’ve made it through the first 4 years with one kid relatively unscathed, but now the ingrate wants to attend grad school. I wish you luck with your four.
Financing for college is one of the worst nightmare causing worries I’ve ever had. We’ve made it through the first 4 years with one kid relatively unscathed, but now the ingrate wants to attend grad school. I wish you luck with your four.
Financing for college is one of the worst nightmare causing worries I’ve ever had. We’ve made it through the first 4 years with one kid relatively unscathed, but now the ingrate wants to attend grad school. I wish you luck with your four.
Financing for college is one of the worst nightmare causing worries I’ve ever had. We’ve made it through the first 4 years with one kid relatively unscathed, but now the ingrate wants to attend grad school. I wish you luck with your four.
Financing for college is one of the worst nightmare causing worries I’ve ever had. We’ve made it through the first 4 years with one kid relatively unscathed, but now the ingrate wants to attend grad school. I wish you luck with your four.
Financing for college is one of the worst nightmare causing worries I’ve ever had. We’ve made it through the first 4 years with one kid relatively unscathed, but now the ingrate wants to attend grad school. I wish you luck with your four.
Financing for college is one of the worst nightmare causing worries I’ve ever had. We’ve made it through the first 4 years with one kid relatively unscathed, but now the ingrate wants to attend grad school. I wish you luck with your four.
Financing for college is one of the worst nightmare causing worries I’ve ever had. We’ve made it through the first 4 years with one kid relatively unscathed, but now the ingrate wants to attend grad school. I wish you luck with your four.
Hah, you said ingrate!!!
Hah, you said ingrate!!!
Hah, you said ingrate!!!
Hah, you said ingrate!!!
Hah, you said ingrate!!!
Hah, you said ingrate!!!
Hah, you said ingrate!!!
Hah, you said ingrate!!!