Then she says to me that as a "back up" (we don't need a back up she's got the grades, she's got the recommendations, she's already done the interview) she would also like for us to submit an application for her to "The Urban School"....
Well, my initial response just upon hearing the name was negative....
And my attitude got even worse, when I discovered that this school is in The Haight.....
When I looked it up on line, I said "Oh no, this school is in Hippie Town....You are NOT going to school in Hippie Town....
She said that she wouldn't have to wear a uniform....
I said, "Oh yes you would...a head band, love beads, a tye died tee shirt and a peasant skirt....Not happening..."
(I looked into it a little further, and it really isn't that bad a school...at 35K a year, it shouldn't be...)
But we're probably not going to do that....
So then we started talking about college....
Now, I've always wanted her to go to Stanford, which is the best school in Northern California, and so long as she keeps up the grades for it, we've planned the money to be able to afford it....
The other nice thing about Stanford, is that it's far enough away that she could live on campus, but close enough that she could come home any time she wanted to (Similar to what I went through going to UVA in Charlottesville, with my family in Northern Virginia)
And she says to me...
"I'd like to go to Berkeley"....
(I think sometimes she says these things just to set me off...)
"BERKELEY!!!!" I replied. "That hotbed of Bolshevism! Why don't you tell me something that would bother me less, like that you want to join Al-Qaeda"...
"Berkeley...you won't be able to go there over my dead body, because if you go to Berkeley, my dead body will jump out of the grave and grab you..."
Which she found very amusing....
Fortunately we have three more years before we have to deal with that issue seriously....


