Reed College..... or rather, just college in general

Jean Claude likes Reed a lot, but he might have to wait or settle for a another school because College is too big a concept for me to deal with yet, much less take Jean Claude to his favorite.

I don't want to go! But it's kind of exciting, too. Portland was gorgeous, a little bigger than Pasadena and way bigger than Viterbo - I could live there. Not to mention Powell's books, the largest book store in the Pacific Northwest, and possibly in the world (*drool*). And an indoor ice rink in the mall.... it was really quaint, but in a new sort of way, like Seattle - being there I wanted to go out, be part of it all, because it was so beautiful and charming and un-intimidating.

Though I have this voice in the back of my head telling me I should seek a scary experience to challenge myself, not one that's immediately comfortable. One in which I will feel distinctly uncomfortable but in which I will make wonderful friends and eventually feel completely at home. That's how Italy worked.

Reed, Macalester, Sarah Lawrence, Hampshire..... just got a mailing from Colgate with a little personalized note (actually written, not printed in fake handwriting) that says "Hope you have had a great year in school, Holl" - quite a few colleges, now, have called me "Holl"... is that a term of endearment, or do I just not write my y's clearly enough?

Maybe it's a sign.... I can't go to college till I learn to write.

But Jean Claude's ready! And he'll blow them away.