Four years ago when my son, Peter was applying to music schools, I often remarked (okay, more like whined and complained incessantly) about the complicated nature of the application process. Prior to his baptism into the whole college app world, I had managed (quite easily, actually) to launch his two older brothers off to college. They both even transferred schools after their freshman year. Piece of cake. Enter Peter, and it was like I’d never visited a college website before. That’s because, as my finance-major son, Mike, often reminded me, the sites I was attempting to navigate were music school sites, made up of music people and the brains of music people simply don’t work the way the rest of the world’s brains work. That’s just a fact. So, while these websites probably made perfect sense to the musically gifted, the rest of us normal people were left pulling our hair out. The first test, I learned was this: just trying to FIND the application
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Well, as promised, I’m back. In my last post, I apologized for getting lazy with my blogging and told people to stop nagging me, which prompted the question from my son, Brian, “Wow, Mom, are people really pressuring you to get back to work? I didn’t realize your fans hung on your every word.” Wise guy. Okay, I admit, no one was nagging me, except myself. I’m sure no one noticed that I hadn’t written anything in a while. Ouch. But, truth be told, I’m aware, understand and fully accept the fact that people have lives that do NOT revolve around me and my fragile ego. Now that I’ve addressed the elephant in the room, let’s get back to me.
I decided to join Facebook for two reasons. First, I wanted to have a link to my third son as he left for college. Funny, I didn’t feel the need for the older ones… The decision to send him to the University of Iowa to study music was a difficult one. We were between Iowa and Illinois and, to be honest, every time we’d make a “pros” and “cons” list for the schools, Illinois always came out as the obvious, prudent choice. But, we sensed Peter was leaning towards Iowa and when he would tell us that he thought Illinois was the one, we knew it was because he was thinking more of our finances, which, hello….should be considered…than his true desire. It was only when my husband said, “Peter, if money was absolutely no object, where would you like to go?” (these words spilled out of his mouth before I had time to fly across the room and kill him), that he said “Iowa”. So, the decision was made. Our two older sons had attended and have since graduated from the University of Iowa, so we were well-acquainted with Iowa City and the Hawkeyes. Our car could drive there on its own (and sometimes, I think it did). But, Pete was studying music, and you can’t just transfer Universities if you’re in a music school. So, the decision seemed permanent. Of course, with that kind of unease, I thought I needed a little reassurance that he was happy and thriving at his new school. Continue reading
So, was it really asking too much for the Hawkeyes to at least look respectable at the Insight Bowl played in Tempe, AZ? I mean, going in, we all knew it was going to be a tough game for Iowa. Their regular season was pretty dismal and then to be matched up with Oklahoma in a bowl game was guaranteed to end in a blowout, but, gee whiz, it really stinks to be on the losing side.
For the last couple of years now, my husband and I have been on a mission to locate the home of Kirk Ferentz. Who, you might ask, is Kirk Ferentz? If so, then you obviously do not now, nor haven’t in recent years, had a child attending the University of Iowa. Kirk Ferentz is the dreamy (my words, not my husband’s) head football coach of the Iowa Hawkeyes. And, if you’re wondering, no I am not one of those raving lunatic football fans who think that football and athletics in general trump all else in life. Truth is, I really don’t care about football. Or basketball, or any other sport. I don’t have anything against the games or the athletes involved. I completely understand the excitement and fun surrounding a game and admire the incredible talent and dedication of the athletes. I’m just really not all that interested in the actual game. Having said that, my husband and I have traveled to Iowa City for almost every home game and are loyal fans of the Hawkeyes because the electricity in the air at a Big Ten football game is palpable and it’s a lot of fun being a part of that. This year, we’ve had the added excitement of our son, Peter, playing in the drum line of the Hawkeye Marching Band.
But, aside from the game-time lunacy, we have become slightly fanatical about a different aspect of the aura of Hawkeye football – learning more about our fearless leader, Kirk. Mainly, where does this guy live? Are we stalkers? If so, then we’re not very good ones, because we still are completely in the dark as to where he “hangs his hat”, as my dad used to say. His income is public knowledge, so based on that, we figure he must live in palatial luxury. And, while we haven’t searched the entire Iowa City limits, we have yet to locate any area that fits what we envision. But, we’ve just recently come up with the rather surprising possiblity that he may live in a modest home in a regular neighborhood. After the terrible news regarding the football staff at Penn State came out, Joe Paterno was seen peeking out from behind a draped window of his house, which was extremely modest and certainly not the kind of house we ever pictured our Kirk living in.
We looked at each other and almost in unison said, “Could it be we’ve been combing through the wrong neighborhoods all this time?” Maybe he does live in the house with the big Hawkeye mailbox or the one with the wooden silouettes of the gardeners bent over. Or maybe the one with the sign that reads “Back door friends are the best”. Hmmm…it was something to consider. We decided we needed to completely revamp our game plan on our next trip out. Of course, the reality is that we know we will never learn the location of his home, but it’s a lot of fun trying! Our new hobby has our kids a little nervous, though. Of course, our oldest son, Mike, responds as he seems to be doing with rather disturbing frequency, when he learns of questionable behavior by his parents, with his usual concerned voice that what we’re doing might be illegal. He’s becoming a bit of a broken record. I think they’re just worried that one night they’ll be the ones peeking out from behind drawn curtains when the Iowa City police nab us. Hey, at least we have common interests and enjoy doing things together. And after 26 years of marriage, that’s pretty good.