Hi (un)leash, Donna here, I used to work in Palm Springs, with a home in Lake Havasu and So Cal, a business of my own in the eighties. Made big bucks, dated millionaires, limos up the ass. Graphics, not bad at it evidently. Designed and built my home once upon a time. Imagine being 42, widowed with sons, courtesy guns and transit and our social structure. Imagine waking up one day and saying No to the life. Imagine being 42 living on a college campus. I bought a mobile on the edge of town to get through my education after years in the biz. No high school counselors in my day to pave the way for high school 3.8 gpa, adopted parents, hay buck in the So Cal dairy business, a laborer opposed to college. You're dialog on dorms elludes me. Just a dif. life I guess. Please don't forget that Dartmouth is a rarity for even the most well-intended. /donna
