Brown Motion

Whoa! It is time in our household to help our only offspring to undock from what has been home for the past seventeen years and help seek out a new home aka a higher learning institution.  This undocking is not just physical, it is emotional, it is about leaving familiar and diving into multiple unknowns. A time of escalating stress it turns out.  Not having any personal background in the business of education as it is run in America we the parents are coming in as underdogs.  Admittedly there is a world of information available beyond a few strokes of a keyboard that was not the case a quarter century ago, when we went and got our engineering degrees. Exactly.  That too can be a curse.  TMI.  Inputs and chatter across virtual boards and physical.  On the track and field, or in speech meets, parents with multiple offsprings and one in college are shelling out their tricks and tips voluntarily.  Now mind you this is not true of all school di...

It is time.  It is time that our fledgling that was just a silly, toothy, yet curious person, one who till few years ago required day care after school is entering a phase where the very identifier has the words 'High' in them marking a sort of apogee of primary learning. It was certainly a different time when my spouse and I on another continent also reached this age but due to the naming standards of the day or the style of schooling we did not do 'High School'.  It was simply a passage through grades ending in 12th grade scores that would determine what if any curriculum we were likely to pursue, in order to chart the course of our lives. Now a different age, an age of internet, an age of pocket sized super computing, ask and you shall receive search capabilities and instant gratification devices and services, our child embarks to seek higher education that will be a key stepping stone to her future. The pricing for said service or schooling has certainly been...