We head to Roanoke College tomorrow: Heir 2, Dirtman and I will be leaving around 4:30 a.m. and heading straight for...
Handymart for Dunkin' Donuts coffee...
...and then to Salem, Va.
Heir 2 will be submitted to a series of tests and interviews, the point of which is scholarships. The top scholarship would pay for everything -- and that, of course, is a long shot. But there are smaller scholarships and, since he's qualified for this step, I believe he already gets a couple thousand (in addition to the $17,000 he got in September).
He's been up nights this week filling out all kinds of scholarship applications, some requiring 1,000-word essays; some requiring -- eerily -- his photo (I have a suspicion why they require this that I hope isn't the reason, so I'll keep it to myself...); some require several letters of recommendation (he owes his teachers big time -- they're really pulling for him).
We'll drive on back tomorrow afternoon. Then Saturday Heir 2 drive back down south, only an hour and a half further for the forensics regionals which he stumbled into.
I honestly don't know how he keeps up with it all.
Oh, and for those of you who have known me awhile: Remember how I used to joke around about being anxious to shove the kids out the door when they go to college?
I'm beginning to rethink my position. I'm going to miss my daily evening Battle of the Heirs, that usually ends with me having to say things like, "One of you is going to have to wash the gravy off the dog."