My daughter Bea thought her choice was made–a very good New England liberal arts college for women. Cozy and friendly, safe and secure. Then Stanford, a huge University with 16,000 students and a daunting reputation, offered her a place and very generous financial aid packet.
One day her path seemed settled, the next day she was on an airplane bound for San Francisco. This blurry image, taken on the airplane, is the face of a high school senior trying to concentrate on socialistic realism for her history assignment. But she is having difficulty focusing on her homework. Was she afraid that she wouldn’t like Stanford? Or that she would?
She tried to keep an open mind as she looked around.
It was pretty to look at.
Much to reflect on…
Athena, goddess of wisdom, which shall it be? Door Number One, Door Number Two, or Door Number Three?
Bea had a good look.
And a good think.
And went home.
She chose Stanford.