Admissions (If she was? Nope. If she were... )

I "met" my admissions counselor last week. Her name is Andrea. She is feisty, pleasant and has just enough zing to make the process of preparing for years of study (again) seem less painful than it otherwise might be. Even though she is in Arizona, it seems strangely familiar, in this small world, how she has visited many of the casinos I helped set up with new games or get ready to open. She told me that she is a transplant from the Midwest, so that helps. If she were from California, on the other hand, I might be thinking, “Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!” Nah, not really. She is nice. I wonder... if I say enough kind things about her, will it get me any brownie points with my admissions counselor?

I ordered books for the first classes today. It looks like this is really happening, almost as simple and smooth as glass. Andrea told me today that if I wimp out, she is going to kick my, uh... Hi, Counselor. What’s up?

Hey... it was 54 degrees and sunny yesterday. It seems that spring is tipping the scales in the mêlée that is the transition from winter to spring. You know how it is, mild one day, snowing and sub-zero the next. Incidentally, it was snowing when I left on a service call this morning. My seasonal passion for winter is fading, and gardening fever is winning me over.