Freshman

I just can’t believe I’m dropping my baby off at college tomorrow.  Woe is me how the time flies.

Thank goodness I still have eight more years before I have to write that sentence in earnest.  Seriously.  Eight more years.  I just can’t even take it.

But it’s true.  Jacob has already gone to two whole weeks of “College for Kids” at Cuesta.  Tomorrow is the first time I’m dropping him off.

Before we went to Pennsylvania, the boys and I drove out to the Junior College with a bag of snacks, our walking shoes, and a campus map.  We walked and walked.  Across lawns and down pathways and through the giant vending machine pavilion.

We scouted out where Jake would take his classes including:

  1. Homeroom
  2. Hogwarts and Beyond with Professor Snape, I mean Lorenzen
  3. Digital Comic Book Publishing with Professor Mullikin
  4. One Hour Web Design with Professor Nye
  5. Acting 1 with Professor Hewes-Clark
  6. Ultimate 2D/3D Video Game Designers with Mullikin again
  7. Leadership Development with Professor Lent
  8. Archery 101 with Professor Toberer
  9. and then back to Homeroom

Jake would have taken all Mr. Mullikin’s classes if I’d let him.  He’s hypnotized by names like “Software App Creation” and “Video Game Animation.”

Everything about CFK sounds fun.  I’m super jealous.  I want to take the “Decadent Desserts” class and “Adventures in Watercolor” and “Improv 1.”  Seriously, “arcKIDtecture”?  That sounds amazing.  Pure tree-forts and swingsets.

Jacob seems to be doing well.  Managing himself as he navigates 9 different locations.  I can’t get much out of him about what he does in his classes.  “We talk about Harry Potter.”  And he won’t play two “stupid games” in his acting class.  His teacher seems to have given him a pass on “Zip, Zap, Zop” and reading poetry aloud over and over and over.  Otherwise he does all the other stuff.  I’ve noticed him admiring “good actors” as he watches Shazam! for the second day in a row.

Overall, his college experience appears to center almost entirely around plotting what contraband junk food he can afford from the vending machines.

 

 

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