Comin' at ya like a whirlwind...

Those of you who watch movies may remember my title as the opening line of the song on the credits of the movie "Extreme Days." That's what it feels like here in Fairmont, WV. With very little training and little or no knowledge of what to expect, I have abruptly thrust myself upon the world of college admissions representatives. To point, it has been a mediocre experience. I must admit, however, that thus far, it has consisted of a two and a half hour drive followed by a workshop that was merely a repetition of guidelines and information that I had previously researched. This workshop took place in a room full of other college representatives who were anything but supercilious, but did not take the time to make me feel welcome. Of course, I suppose that I am partially to blame for that . . . I should have been more friendly. I have no doubt that tomorrow will prove to be quite a bit more exciting, and a lot less intimidating.

I'm trying to decide where I want to eat tonight. It gets kind of weird eating alone. That could be remedied by the presence of my fiancee, but for some strange reason, I don't think that she will spontaneously appear tonight. No predictions, just informed guessing going on here.

Behold, I depart. Keep the peace.

ngolden