This was a fun weekend. On Saturday morning I talked my mom into watching Frannie so I could take my sister to a portfolio information session at one of the local art colleges. In spite of a total lack of interest on our mom’s part, Morgan is pursuing her dream of going to art school. In fact, I would call the amount and type of involvement of my mother detrimental–she asked my sister how she was going to make ends meet when Morgan moved out, because “they won’t let you live on student loans.” KEE-rist. A little ignorance is a dangerous thing sometimes.

I told Morgan that I’d do whatever she wanted: information sessions, college tours, etc. When I was a junior in high school, my M.O. was to get my hump on and/or intoxicated as much as possible; Morgan’s is to get good grades so she can go to college and get the fuck out of my mom’s house. I wish I would have been as far-seeing as she was…I could have saved a lot of time.

So, we drove downtown to the school’s new building and went into the commons area. There was a gob of doughnuts and coffee, so I knew it would take while. Finally, a woman came out and told students where to go based on their interests.

“We anticipate this information session will last about two hours,” the woman said. Morgan made a face at that. “Parents, please wait here and help yourself to coffee and snacks.”

“Dude, let’s go,” Morgan said.

“Are you sure?” I said.

“Yeah. I don’t want to sit through it. All I wanted was this pamphlet that tells you what to include in your portfolio, and I’ve got it.” She waved it at me.

“You are very wise,” I said. I was very impressed. I didn’t learn about the uselessness of information sessions until I was a lot older. They always provide what you need to know in written form anyhow. She’s already got it.

“What do you want to do now?” I said.

“I dunno.”

“Want to go to the mall?”

We ended up at Target, where I bought a very cute bra. Time well spent!