I am terrified that we are in big trouble. Seriously. This keeps me awake at night ALL the time. Treska and I spent hours on her college applications. Hours. Lots and lots of time. We edited and re-edited sentences, paragraphs. I worked on her transcript, putting her very it together conventionally. I really rallied. Treska did too. We worked together, sometimes hysterically. Sometimes calmly. Very productively. We got it done. We submitted it to Bard.
And nowhere else.
Yes. That is the cause of my nightmare. Bard is one of the most expensive schools in the USA. (Also one of the most radical.) But any of you who know us, even a little, know that money is not ours. Falko is in full-time school becoming a Nurse. I am at a non-profit Birth Center. We work because we love it. We have no assets and we juggle in a beautiful sort of way. Really. I actually don’t think of it much…except now.
When were at Bard for the interview we both fell in love. We fell desperately and emotionally in love with the campus, with the beauty, the intellectual stimulation that was poignantly available at all turns. The trees! The expansive grassy fields. The small mountains in the distance. The new farm. My memories were washing over me in a way that I can’t even describe. Painful, yet full of heart and sensation. We left the campus for a second, just to take an emotional break.
Treska was falling so hard for the school and still didn’t know if she would be accepted. I wanted it so badly for her as I remembered how formative it was for me. How powerful. We drank Chai instead.
So when she found out, when she received that letter…., we were so happy and only focused on the big fast “Yes!” We didn’t apply anywhere else. Nope. We didn’t.
So we are super seriously hoping for either a scholarship or massive financial aid package from Bard. Pressing our thumbs!