Admissions Counselors May 22, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 2commentsYes, that was supposed to be a plural.
You see, I have one official admissions counselor. I occasionally email or even call her with questions, but it’s a rather last resort.
Other than that, I have the awesome A2. He’s the one who answers the questions like, “Hey, Andrew, Dad’s wondering where the best place around the admissions building is to get photocopies.” Furthermore, he gives me answers which go farther than just saying “library” and will add, “yup… if it doesn’t take change you can put money on a copy card. There’s a vending machine for em on the wall to the left of the copier. They’re free. It’s in the lobby of the library on the left wall after you come in the doors, right in front of the desk. Can’t miss it.” This enables me to walk in there and look as if I know what I’m doing. He’s good at recon. He has also answered questions about phones and college A as opposed to college B.  And advised me on which food plan was the best. I appreciate that immensely.
Andrew is also prone to forgetting things (like when I was coming up… he completely forgot this, despite the fact that we had talked the night before) but that’s okay. He’s getting married soon enough and he claims that Sarah remembers things for him.  He’s done a great job helping me out on a lot of things.
Samwise has been doing his part, too. We were talking about college yesterday — it’s a lot of fun to have someone else to get all excited with — and all of a sudden Sam said, “Anya. Do you have your forms done yet?”
“Uh…” I said, probably looking guilty. “Well, not quite.”
He checked his watch. “It’s okay. You have… nine days. I think that is enough time.”
It is, it is.
I’m glad that I have him to keep me in line.
I’m getting really excited about college.
