As I sat in the Registrar Office at Florida Gulf Coast University it hit me like a pillowcase filled with nickels. My baby girl is going to college. She is not registering for high school-like transitional courses this fall (not that there are any). Nope, she's got a full course load of college freshman classes. I consider myself to be a rational person. A little far out with my thinking at times, but I feel I've got a good handle on reality. So, with this knowledge, I still teared up in the Registrar Office.
I will no longer home school Arianna.
Arianna is starting actual college on the track for a Biology major.
This is all starting in August.
She will be driving herself!
She is not my baby.
She is not a little girl.
She's my seventeen year old daughter who stands taller than me and is killer smart.
Damn those nickels, they hurt.
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