angst hase
Aug. 21st, 2012 10:22 amThoughts of PB's move-in at USF tomorrow are eating up a lot of my brain space, such that I'm dreaming about it. I take it as some encouragement that they aren't *bad* dreams...I mean, there are lots of men in kilts offering to carry things, and even though I can't find her in the dream, she keeps calling and texting me to say how Poppy bought her some ice dream and he'll buy me some too when we meet up. So that's not all horrible, right?
Girl has an interview for one of the work-study positions she applied for, which is good progress, and (another) follow-up appointment with her academic advisor this week as well. Meal plan is all set; books are close to being all set. She's also lined up her 50 "observation" hours for this semester with a local high school. And one of my parents' neighbor's friends is a returning student living in the dorm across the street from her. That particular young man is also one of the students who volunteered to help people carry stuff up to their rooms; she has already met him, which is good, because her room is on ther 4th floor and my parents are not going to be reliable carry-things-upppers. Progress is progress.
Girl has an interview for one of the work-study positions she applied for, which is good progress, and (another) follow-up appointment with her academic advisor this week as well. Meal plan is all set; books are close to being all set. She's also lined up her 50 "observation" hours for this semester with a local high school. And one of my parents' neighbor's friends is a returning student living in the dorm across the street from her. That particular young man is also one of the students who volunteered to help people carry stuff up to their rooms; she has already met him, which is good, because her room is on ther 4th floor and my parents are not going to be reliable carry-things-upppers. Progress is progress.