College Search

By the end of our five-day, four-college road trip, I also wondered what Birdie did in her past life to be saddled with me. It is hard being the visiting prospective student with the mom who asks questions--lots of them--of the college tour guide and the admissions counselor as well as the college secretary, security officers and receptionist; not to mention random professors, random students, hotel clerks and waitresses. Sorry Birdie. Your next round of college visits is with your dad. That should go better for both of you, I think. And we had fun on our trip, I think, at least at the restaurants: Nick & Jack's BBQ in Birmingham, AL;  some place on the townsquare in Oxford, MS; B.B. Kings Blue's Club in Memphis, TN; and Culvers and Cracker Barrel in Murray, KY. I need the stretch pants; Birdie, annoyingly, does not. Birdie accused me of snoring. I blame it on being so well-fed. She resorted to earplugs and I think she glared at me, but I don't really know, as I was asleep. Birdie slept, while I drove. When she wasn't asleep, she was texting. It seems that her friends were bored. Or, I guess they weren't bored as they were texting. I was bored as I couldn't read Birdie's texts. That would be snooping. And really unsafe driving. When Birdie wasn't texting or snoozing, we played "sofa on the porch." Birdie proved much better at spotting inappropriate sofas placed on front porches. I was better at spotting camels. Yes, real camels. But they weren't sitting on sofas on porches. So they didn't count, which shouldn't surprise anyone as camels don't go to school, much less look at colleges.