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Another College Visit

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Who knew that Ethan would be making yet another college visit?  Yep, he's 23 years old, and we're checking things out again.  Woohoo!

So, Ethan knows he will be graduating in a mere six months from BYU, and Master's program's deadlines are approaching.  His top choices?  Syracuse University, The University of Pittsburgh, and the University of Michigan.  You can just imagine which one we are all hoping for!
He and Rebecca flew out to Ann Arbor for a long weekend.  Hmmm, what a coincidence that it just so happens that there is a Michigan/Indiana football game this weekend!  Yep, I couldn't resist going.

We visited all the usual places:  the M Den was a must for maize and blue apparel, The Melting Pot for pre-game snacks, the stadium (for the game of course), and Zingerman's.  Oh, and I suppose at some point he should actually visit the schools.







Not a surprise that we won!

It's funny how the Lord works things out when we don't quite have them figured out ourselves.  By the time Ethan visited the Ford School of Public Policy, he wasn't sold.  In fact, he felt kind of funny about it.  I felt that he should go over to the Foreign Languages building and talk to them.  I didn't know why, but now I do.
While he and Mark were talking to some boring, non-helpful guy in the main office, I was walking down the hall.  I love to look at stuff professors have on their doors and bulletin boards.  Just five or six doors from where they were, I found a large, beautifully decorated map of Poland on a door.  I called Ethan over, and said, "Look at how beautiful this map is."  Without skipping a beat, a woman walked up to the door, and in a thick Polish accent said, "Well I hope it is."  Without skipping another beat, Ethan struck up a conversation with her...in Polish.  Oh my gosh, I could have just died.

After a few minutes, she went into her office, and we left.  Of course we wanted to know exactly what she had told Ethan.  Turns out, she directed him to the CREEES office on campus (the Center for Russian, East European, and Eurasian Studies).  This was just minutes before we had to leave for the airport.  We jumped back in the car and drove the few blocks to the office.

I don't think Ethan was in there more than ten minutes, than he walked out beaming.  He was given all kinds of information about doing a double Master's program with the Ford school and the CREEES program.  And the best part?  The woman in the office had basically begged Ethan to apply.  Think about that:  a prompting to go to another building, seeing a map on a door, and finding a solution to what Ethan really wants from his Master's programs.  Yep, the Lord always knows what's best and has a path for us to follow.  We just need to walk down it.

On the way to the airport, everyone was obviously a bit tuckered out from the experiences.  And I was reminded of my funny girl back home.











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