Topic: "Early Admission" (8)
On the day before, Frodo felt that nothing could go wrong. Less than six weeks into the academic calendar, he found himself accepted as a matriculant to-be at the College of the Shire. Fewer than twenty-four hours later, the President of the United States was dead. Frodo recalled those feelings as he looked into the eyes of one who knows history as history, and not as if it had happened just hours ago.
She will attend Spelman College, and she will study biology. She desires a career in Pediatrics. Her early admission, as was that of the Hobbit, is filled with hope. The difference being, perhaps, no more than the fact that her heroes will live as Frodo's died.
She will however ride with her stepfather each and every day as he manuvers through the hurdles of interstate transportation. Frodo would never have agreed to such an arrangement.
She will however spend countless hours initiating flow charts and marketing presentations from thin air. Frodo only remotely comprehends what magic it is that has completely changed the analytical tools at his fingertips.
She will however spend less time in a library during all four of her years than Frodo did in but half of any year. Everything is on-line, and hard copy is too, well, too.
She will however accumulate more debt in four years than Frodo has in a lifetime. Paying-as-you-go is a concept that is alien to the twentieth-and-one of centuries.
Her challenges are much, much greater than those encountered by the Hobbit. She will however handle them better, and she will succeed beyond the wildest dreams of the Hobbit or of this young friend who lives across the street in the Shire.
It is as it should be. There ain't no free lunch.