College

"Knock it off! Stop sending me butts!"
Nicole and I burst into laughter once again. We have been in the car over two hours driving to Altoona for my college orientation. For the lat ten minutes, we have been taking pictures of the creases of the inside of our forearms and sending them to Clare. Clare sat in the driver's seat of the car shaking her head back and forth, trying to see the two of us in the back seat. The car jerked back and forth slightly with her movements.
When we arrived, we walked to the room that innumerable signs indicated while Clare picked up every pamphlet, read every poster, and pointed to every sign and door. She talked to almost every person on the campus- including dog walkers who were just passing through.
Finally we arrived in the conference room which was lit by windows. Nicole and I sat diagonally from Clare across a small aisle way. Clare sat next to a very friendly man who was probably over dressed for the occasion. We had all donned tank tops and shorts with flip flops.
"I'm here with my daughters." Clare told him.
"Oh! How nice!" He replied.
You'd think he would have known better to feign interest, after seeing us usher out mother into the room in such a rude manner.
"Are you here with your kids?"
"No, I'm just an alumni."
"Oh."
The two of us snickered at the thought of Clare not knowing the meaning of the word alumni.
"Clare, leave him alone." Nicole whispered.
"I'm not doing anything!" She cried.
"You should be glad you don't have your kids here." She returned to the man.
"Do you want to see a picture? It looks just like a butt."
"I'll take your word for it," He says quickly.

Not long after, the overly dressed, friendly man stands after the speaker introduces one of the college board's administrators. Our newly found friend stands, introduces himself, and gives an elaborate speech of how college is the new step into maturity. Some of us won't make it. After his lovely speech, he does not sit with us again. Lesson learned.