Our oldest kids have been trying to fill out college applications. But not the way I remember doing it decades ago.
There's no Mom and Dad pouring over the words. No letters of recommendation from family friends. No padding the “extracurricular” with sports teams, chess clubs, and charity trips.
For our kids, it’s them and the application.
Which got me thinking about an application memory of my own.
The forms back when I applied (in the 70s) required you to put down your parents' occupations. And I realized I didn’t really know what my father did. I knew he went to work each day, knew the name of his firm from company picnics.