Even after earning over 7000 frequent flier miles on college visits, I still don’t understand the thought process of my college-bound senior, #63. During each college-related conversation, I seek to understand things a bit more, but they only serve to confuse me further. The latest:
#63 walks down the stairs, a rare exit from his lair. I do enjoy the occasional sighting of the elusive #63.
#63: Which college did that Popehat guy attend?
Me: Leland Stanford Junior University.
(I enjoy referring to Stanford by its full name. I’m annoying that way. He winces.)
#63: OK, how about the Simply Justice dude?
Me: SIMPLE Justice. He went to Cornell.
#63: The Texas guy?
#63: Did any of your lawyer friends attend Northwestern?
Me: No. Why?
(Without answering, he walks back upstairs.)