"I'm here for Campus Orientation. Am I in the right place?"
"You sure are, honey." She handed me a course calendar, campus map and name tag. "Have a seat over there."
I followed the line of her hand to a large cluster of chairs behind me where sat at least a dozen other prospective students — with their parents. To make matters worse, I'd missed the 'jeans only' memo. I had a sudden urge to colour my hair.
A lot has changed since my last university experience. For instance, the campus library stays open until 4a.m. and serves munchies at midnight. I told my tour guide, a bright-eyed junior, that I hadn't been up at 4a.m. with any regularity since breast feeding. She smiled incredulously. "Really?"
That was it: I would buy some Clairol on the way home.
In all honesty, I expected no less. The good news is that I've been accepted to study education in the fall at an NCATE-accredited school only fifteen minutes from home. So what if I'm the oldest person in the room. It's worth it.