Your Child Getting Accepted to School
It was the winter of 1990-1991. I was in the eight grade, waiting for the weather to warm up so the baseball season could start. While the winter was taking its sweet time to move out of the way, my attention span was doing all it could to focus on the mundane algebraic, scientific, and Spanish facts I needed to learn and remember for yet another useless quiz or test. There was something else I needed to study for. I had been signed up to take the high school entrance exam. There were three, maybe four schools that I would be applying to. One of them, Bishop Fenwick in Peabody, MA, accepted me and became my home away from home months after receiving a letter congratulating me on my acceptance. Waiting Patiently (or Anxiously) This week, it was my daughter's turn to wait for an acceptance from a school. The Oppressed had applied to one of the regional vocational schools with hopes of studying Nursing or Natural and Life Sciences. This was just one of the many sources of anxiety on h...