The search for a postsecondary program for a student like Cameron is not much fun. It’s actually pretty awful. In my case, this search has caused much anxiety. There have been many prime sleep-time hours lost staring at the ceiling, wondering what next year will entail for Cameron. It makes my stomach hurt to think about it, and yet it’s all I can think about. But as it turns out, the search is not the worst part of finding a program. Actually the worst part of the postsecondary hunt (so far) has been finding an ideal program, and now having to wait to receive the admissions decision.
After much deliberation with Cameron, family members, friends, trusted advisors … basically anyone who would listen, I’ve decided that the last program Cameron and I visited  would be a great fit for him. Sure, there will be challenges, but what would postsecondary education be without challenges? This program checks all the items off the “must have” list, and I’m convinced it will be a tremendous growth opportunity for Cameron. But did I convince the admissions committee? Did Cameron’s surliness during the interview kill his chances?
I was discussing my conviction that this program was “the one” with my mother. And my mother, like no one else can do, brought me down to earth quicker than a pin to a latex balloon. All she said was, “It reminds me of how you felt about The Lab School .” (I envisioned it as a red balloon, flailing around my living room, landing in a tumbleweed of dog hair the vacuum missed.)
Ah yes ... The Lab School. This was the school that was going to be the perfect place for Cameron. We were relocating to Washington, DC from London, and The Lab School was going to put a smile on Cameron’s face each and every day that he entered their hallowed halls. Only Cameron wasn’t deemed an appropriate fit for their program. I later learned that The Lab School was a program for a vastly different type of learner than Cameron, so of course it was the right decision on the school’s part not to offer him a coveted spot. But I was so convinced that it was the right place for him.
So now I wait. Convinced again of an ideal setting for Cameron, but reminded that my convictions aren’t always the best solution. I’ll put my trust in the professionals that are running this “most ideal” postsecondary program, and readily accept their decision. One bright side is that the decision will be made within a few short weeks. If things don’t go in Cameron’s favor, we’ll have plenty of time to formulate a Plan B. Which also gives me plenty of time to revise my “worst thing about postsecondary searching” award recipient. I suspect that I will be well-acquainted with every nook and cranny of my bedroom ceiling before this process is complete.