Memories may be beautiful and yet…There are definitely some things you wish you could forget (so why am I reprinting this?).

Two years ago today, Smartmom, Hepcat, and Teen Spirit completed Teen Spirit’s public high school application. Now he’s a bubbly 10th grader at a small private high school in Bay Ridge. There are certainly many parents and kids going through this process right now. This goes out to them:

They did it: it’s done.

The application is filled out. Signed. Dated

Teen Spirit, Hepcat and Teen Spirit managed to select 12 public high schools and order them according to preference.

The guidance counselor has it.

Hepcat
didn’t sleep a wink last night. Teen Spirit’s high school application
was only part of the anxiety running rampant in his mind. Last week his
hard drive crashed. So in addition to worrying about Teen Spirit’s
future and the family’s money situation, Hepcat was trying to figure
out how he was going to print up 50 pictures or more without a computer
for this weekend’s craft fair.

Smartmom popped up at 6:30 am and saw only OSFO in the bed — Clever Grandma was sleeping in OSFO’s room. No Hepcat.

Smartmom
looked everywhere for him. It’s not a huge apartment so that didn’t
take long. She checked Teen Spirit’s bed twice — maybe Hepcat crawled
in there. Nope. Was he on the green leather couch where he sometimes
ends up? Negative. She checked to see if his camera was in its spot —
was he out taking pictures of the dawn? Nope. Camera on the table in
the living room.

Hmmmm. Where did Hepcat go? It’s time to fill
out Teen Spirit’s high school application. Procrastination time is
OVER. He wouldn’t run out over this, up and leave, end it all…

Finally
the front door opened at around 6:45. Hepcat had to re-park the car
because the city is repaving Third Street and all cars had to be moved.

Mystery solved.

So
they argued. Hey, isn’t that what everyone does when they’re stressed?
The argument didn’t take hold so they moved on. And thus began the
final lap of the high school application process. They started slow,
but gained momentum. By 7:15 they were really going strong.
Insideschools.com was open on the laptop, names of schools were being
bandied about: Ever heard of…what does it say about…what are the statistics on…oh shit, we still need an eleventh choice…

Smartmom
and Hepcat were a walking, talking NYC public high school strategy
machine. And they worked like a team, a smooth, clean high school
machine—two heads better than one. Pencil sharpened, guide book open,
code numbers flying. They were working fast, they were working smart,
they were doing the public school hustle.

And then it was done.
They could hardly believe it. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12. They’d filled
in all 12 little boxes on the application form and there was nothing
more to do. The silence was truly deafening (no one was up yet). It
felt good, it felt right, it felt scary (hope he doesn’t get his 12th choice…)

Then something akin to buyer’s remorse set in: Did we make the right decision? Why’d we pick that school? Should we re-order them? What the hell are we doing? But
that didn’t last long either. It was time to part ways with that
ominous piece of paper, that hideous reminder of a hideous process that
has permeated their lives these last two months.

Shoo, shoo, time to fly. Be on your way high school application. Be on your way.

They
kissed the sheet of paper, said blessings over it, summoned every
Jewish, Presbeytarian, Buddhist prayer they could think of…

Smartmom walked it over to the guidance counselor’s office.

–written November 2004

And so the waiting begins.