During his junior year of high school, my son and I woke one Friday before dawn to make a flight from our New Jersey home to visit a college in the Midwest. We took a cab from the airport straight to campus, stashed our luggage, hurried to the quad and joined a 9 a.m. tour led by a girl with jet-black hair and worn-out red high tops.
I had the privilege of touring college campuses last week with my teenage son. I didn't see it this way at first; in fact, I thought it was a dreadful way to spend spring break. I know I'm not suppose to think that, or God forbid, say it, since touring colleges with your kids is de rigueur these days.