Proof of Age

Today, a box arrived in the mail that was a rather startling proof of age. It was a "Welcome to OurUniversity!" box for the eldest boy.

He still has his senior year of high school to do (although he's really finishing up his associate's degree during this upcoming year), but he has been pretty set on this school since we visited in the fall. As part of the visit, he could start his application (and they'd waive the fee - woot). So he did.

Last week (week before maybe?) I got his O-fficial grades through his junior year, so we sent off a transcript. It was the last piece he needed.

And he is in.

I had planned to force a few other visits this summer, just to round out a plan B. But I guess that's off the table at this point.

It seems odd to go into his senior year (or heck, the summer after his junior year) with college all but squared away.

I'm still making him take the ACT in July (and probably again after that), because there are scholarships for scores to consider. Plus it's just a good idea.

But for whatever reason, my little doodle boy is old enough to head off to college soon.

The tempus, it does fugit.