Granted, I am a college counselor . . . but this book (Crazy U) by Andrew Ferguson was AWESOME. Everything I learned at the Harvard Institute on College Admissions two summers ago was detailed in this book. I wish I could put this book in the hands of every junior parent preparing for an empty nest. I wish I would have written the book. Part research, part memoir. Better than your average prep book.
College admissions is (for lack of a better term) insane. It's an industry and there is deception and drama and so much money. I get nervous when I think how expensive college will be for Maren someday and then I realize that education is changing and fast. It's just too hard to predict what lies ahead.
Is college the next bubble to burst? Hmmmm . . . makes for an interesting read.
p.s. yes, I'm very sad that I will be starting a "book diet" next week when I head back to work. boo. hoo.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
the one that has me moving to Paris.
I know, I know . . . . another Paris book. So cliche.
But there really is something about French culture that appeals and (at times) repels. I love how French girls consider their skin to be so pristine and "enjoy the physical and emotional value of unfettered, ritualized body care." I love how they eat cheese as dessert, never the appetizer. I love how birthdays are simple, at-home affairs with little old cakes and a single present.
They're serious those French gals though. They know their current events and they would never get caught watching Real Housewives. Too many museums to hit & ballets to attend.
Here's the thing. I didn't even like being in Paris. It scared me a little. But it also inspired me. I aspire to "bien dans sa peau" or "to feel good in one's skin." At ease in body and soul. One day I'll get there . . .
But there really is something about French culture that appeals and (at times) repels. I love how French girls consider their skin to be so pristine and "enjoy the physical and emotional value of unfettered, ritualized body care." I love how they eat cheese as dessert, never the appetizer. I love how birthdays are simple, at-home affairs with little old cakes and a single present.
They're serious those French gals though. They know their current events and they would never get caught watching Real Housewives. Too many museums to hit & ballets to attend.
Here's the thing. I didn't even like being in Paris. It scared me a little. But it also inspired me. I aspire to "bien dans sa peau" or "to feel good in one's skin." At ease in body and soul. One day I'll get there . . .
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