Our oldest daughter is a senior in high school. Many of you know my pain. Notwithstanding, as a father of nine children, others look upon me as somewhat of an expert. Indeed, in many ways, I see myself as one...except with Emily. With Emily, everything is new because she is the FIRST. I have nothing to fall back on, no experience, no wisdom. Poor dear, I believe she knows she broke us in. Anyway, as the selection process narrows and the day for applying fast approaches, the stress increases exponentially. Her mother and I would like her to go to Franciscan University at Stuebenville, but persue that hope gingerly. Many a good mother and father has had to endure rants about "stupid-ville" because they pushed just a bit too hard. Our primary hope is that she retains her faith that even now seems to be changing as our control begins to wane. I have a feeling that at most Jesuit colleges, where she seems to be centering her search, faith is an academic concept rather than a lived reality... no offense to my SJ friends, but, c'mon, where's the beef?
If anyone has a copy of the owner's manual let me know.
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