This isn't the essay about dropping off my daughter at college. This is the essay about dreading the essay about dropping off my daughter at college.
As the summer break nears its end, many of you will start off with our senior year of high school. Having graduated high
The summer after junior year is absolute bliss. You've made it! You're finally at the top of your high school. You weathered what everyone told you would be the most difficult year. You survived being an underclassman. Life is good.
I spent the last four years planning what my next step was, planning where my next internship would be, planning what countries I would visit abroad, but in less than forty hours I graduate college. I never planned for failure, I never planned to let myself down--and I'm not really sure I could have.
Notwithstanding the shortcomings of US universities, they offer hope and possibility. While some of our American students
As seniors in college looking forward to life's next hurdles - graduation and employment - it is important to retain a sense of feeling important.
After months of preparing for the college admissions process, hitting 'submit' on that last college application can feel like collapsing across a huge finish line. What many students fail to realize, however, is that completing applications isn't the end of the journey - it's just the beginning.
You're not alone in feeling like you're walking through a treacherous jungle this time of year. When it comes to the college-application essays, many parents believe they're stepping forward onto firm ground, only to discover that they've landed themselves -- and their son or daughter -- in quicksand.
It's hard to believe those summer days are slowly drifting away. The start of the next school year is just around the corner and there are a few things you should check off your to-do list before heading back.
I often feel as though I should already have my life figured out. A lot of my peers already have plans for their post-high school careers, but I find myself shrugging my shoulders every time somebody asks me, "What are you doing after high school?"