Reporter's Note: I write to President Obama a lot. I mean, a whole lot.
Dear Mr. President,
I took a week off and it turned out to be one of those vacations that felt an awful lot like work. Hard to explain precisely why, but it seems like a lot of responsibilities piled up, one thing lead to another, and Bob's your uncle here I am about ready to head back to the office.
Oh well, as I've said before: In these times it is not a bad thing to go back to work, no matter what the circumstances may be.
My elder daughter had a short break between her summer college classes and her fall college classes, so it was nice having her around. The younger daughter is working on her college applications, so there was a fair amount of discussion about that whole process. It's exciting, confusing, and exhausting all at once. Which, come to think of it, describes a lot of things: buying a car, dating, going to the dentist.
Anyway, this weekend we are helping the elder one move back in at Georgia Tech where her studies long ago surpassed my understanding. She explained one problem on one of her tests to me while we were driving down, and my head nearly exploded. Seriously...I went to college, but not like that. Amazing what kids are learning these days.
Do you ever spend time thinking about your girls' college plans? I suppose as children of a president they won't have any difficulty being accepted anywhere. Ha! Still, I imagine that will bring certain difficulties as well...lots of pressure to succeed, lots of skepticism if if they don't and so on.
It's late. I need sleep. Call of you can.
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