Buy a Home or Go to College?

Everyday my son gets mail offers from colleges. I opened one yesterday to find out he has a gmail account. The college is a small one, near Boston, with handpicked kids who excel in math or chemistry. The class size is a dream: ratio of 14 kids to a professor. The labs are all state-of-the-art.

Sticker shock for my husband, who hasn't kept in touch with the inflated costs of colleges these days: about 40 K a year. Wow! That is a lot of money for the education of an undergrad. I have just gotten a visitor who went to USC only a few years before I got there. USC's info page has quite important info on the top of its page: our great SoCal weather.  It's 64F this afternoon. Drool, you guys in the chilly weather...

I recall my years in grad school there with fondness. Our campus is beautiful and small enough for one to walk from one side to the other. The student body was a little bit of a pain, undergrads, I mean. In 1985 Valleyspeak was everywhere. It was a fer shur in your ears all day long. I felt out of place. USC housing placed me in one of the two towers for undergrads. It was convenient, close to my office, facing the pool, near Touton Hall, an all-male residence hall falling apart, party town, where John Wayne lived.

My husband, whom I met at USC, says I should live in the present. Life seems to have been easier back then. No home payments, low rent, cinema nights at Bovard, with film makers present, no kid or mother to take care of.

There are some great links for tomorrow, it's still a tad windy. All my best to my anarchic_universe del.icio.us network fellow partners in crime:

Seth Anderson, André Marmota, Gabriela Zago, Tom Watson, Pedro Marques, and I, yours truly, Tina Oiticica Harris are the team.

I had shunned Twitter, but I am beginning to enjoy it. Won't you join me?
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