In this season of Valentine’s Day, love is on the mind of many parents—especially if their kids are choosing a college based on where their boyfriend or girlfriend is going. These parents are freaking out, and I don’t blame them.
Plenty of lists on how NOT to choose your college usually include letting your heart make the choice. However, some emotion plays a part in almost every decision. If the emotion dominating your college choice is “love for a significant other,” though, remember to consider the following.
Are you considering renting an apartment or a house next fall? If so, you will need to consider a number of things—including how to convince your parents. This is especially true if you’ll need them to co-sign the lease.
I’ve signed a few leases myself for my son. And as a mom and a licensed real estate agent, I can tell you, you need to read the fine print! Here are nine things you may need to discuss with your parents before you sign.
Since graduating in December, I haven’t had time to think about my years as a college student. A new year is perfect for reflection, so I wanted to share some things I’m happy I did in college—and those I wish I had done.
For those of you with just a semester (or more) left in school, hopefully this list will help you think about what you want to accomplish before graduation.
Lori Connor has worked in admissions and financial aid for 15 years. Today, she helps school implement SALT™ for parent company, American Student Assistance®. Since we’re right in the middle of college application season, Aaron Weber asked her to tell us about admissions, money, and transferring to new schools.
Over Thanksgiving break, I was doing some homework at home (i.e., my parents’ home) when I needed something for the first time in a while: a glue stick.
I was partially appalled (my final year of undergraduate study involved work with a glue stick?) and partially clueless (where could I even find one?). I checked the boxes stuffed in my dad’s office closet, finding a glue stick, as well as my old high school, middle school, and elementary school poster-board projects.
Never did I think 6 years of horrendous science fair experiments could make me nostalgic, but they did. It hit me hard and fast: I only have 1 week left to be a student.
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Today’s treat: some advice from KIND Healthy Snacks about simple ways to eat well and be well in college. (Please note: Pizza’s not a food group.)
This Thanksgiving, my daughter came home for the first time since she left for her freshman year. I was so glad to have a lot of time with her and so happy that she absolutely loves her college—even though it wasn’t her first choice.
I couldn’t help thinking just how different things were just about a year ago, when the news wasn’t nearly as good for her on the college front.
With temperatures dropping from 60 degrees to 30 degrees in just 1 week, the November cold strolled into the northeast like a burglar in the night. But even though I feel the chill, things back home in Puerto Rico are starting to heat up (and not because it’s a tropical island or anything).
Oh yes. They’re here. College application deadlines.
Last Tuesday, my highlight was taking a shower and going to bed at 10 p.m. On Thursdays, I stay in to apply for jobs and catch up on TV shows I’ve missed. People invite me to theme parties on weekends, and I show up in sweatpants and T-shirts.
I have officially become a SWUG, and I am ashamed.
Last week, I received a text message from my little brother that said: “No sé a qué universidades solicitar. ¿Me ayudas?” (I don’t know what universities to apply to. Would you help me out?)
As a recent post-grad and awesome big sister, I was happy to help. I replied with a tough question: “Claro. ¿Dónde te ves en los próximos años?” (Of course. Where do you see yourself in the next 4 years?)
I didn’t ask myself these types of things when I applied to colleges—and I wish someone would have.