BSU Blathering. . .

One of the most difficult aspects of home schooling Zach has been the college stuff.  The transcripts, the testing, the financial aid, the endless hoops it feels like I need to jump through.  The fear of failure.  Not on Zach's part.  On mine.  He's done his part.  He studied rigorously for 4 years.  He was disciplined and motivated.  He even enjoyed it most of the time.  I managed to give him a curriculum that was rich in literature and history and offered plenty of opportunities to learn new things.  I'll give myself credit for that much.  But paperwork? Logged hours? Book lists? Report cards? Credits?  Cumulative grade point averages?  I sucked at that.  Thankfully I used a trusted 4 year curriculum that tracked subjects for me in nice, neat 3-ring binders and Zach was great at checking off books as they were read but when it comes right down to the nitty gritty of putting together a high school transcript for college, I've been in procrastination hell.  Seriously.  With a June 30th deadline looming over my head, I finally put everything down on pretty little spreadsheets over the weekend and breathed a little sigh of relief.  I say a "little" sigh of relief because we still have a few hoops to jump through before we find out if BSU will actually accept us (I say US because I'm a little bit vested in all of this!!) and until that moment when the acceptance letter comes, I will be holding my breath and hoping that I haven't made an epic mistake. 

Zach and I took a little field trip to BSU today to turn in his transcript.  I was nervous.  Why?  I'm not sure.  I'm used to strange situations and unknown circumstances.  I live this way.  I've been telling Zach that he'll be fine.  And he will be.  Once he finds his way around campus, he'll do great.  But the fact that he hasn't been in a classroom situation since the first grade has me feeling a little over protective.  I have this picture in my head of Zach's first day at BSU with a little purple back pack over his shoulders and me holding his hand.  WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??

He's going to be just fine.  I'm going to be a campus stalker, lurking around trees and bushes to make sure he doesn't get lost.  The best he can hope for is that I'm too busy when school starts to hover. . .

We had a good time walking around the campus and it brought back good memories of the three and a half years that I spent there.  I kept wishing that I knew what I wanted to be when I grow up. . .

We went into the book store to see how much texts are these days and it was really pretty hard to believe.  Guess I should start working on the financial aid papers. . .

At least Zach found some humor in the situation:

This post just might be proof that I'm finally losing it. . .