Picking a College

We've been watching old episodes of the Bill Cosby Show on Netflix lately. I'm thrilled that Jason finds them just as entertaining as I do. Colleen seems to enjoy it or at least tolerate it enough for the guys to keep watching.


Today's big drama was Denise--second oldest daughter--making the big announcement to the family on where she'd be going to college. She got five acceptance letters: Cal Berkeley, NYU, University of North Dakota Minot, University of Hawaii, and Hillman. Ah, Hillman, alma mater of her father and grandfather. I'm not sure where Clair studied law.

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Picking a College

We've been watching old episodes of the Bill Cosby Show on Netflix lately. I'm thrilled that Jason finds them just as entertaining as I do. Colleen seems to enjoy it or at least tolerate it enough for the guys to keep watching.

Today's big drama was Denise--second oldest daughter--making the big announcement to the family on where she'd be going to college. She got five acceptance letters: Cal Berkeley, NYU, University of North Dakota Minot, University of Hawaii, and Hillman. Ah, Hillman, alma mater of her father and grandfather. I'm not sure where Clair studied law.

Anyway, the pressure was on. The final two in Denise's book were NYU and Hillman. Grandpa Russell Huxtable sat her down on the coach and extolled the very numerous virtues of Hillman. And, in the end, tradition won the day and Denise extended the Huxtable Hillman legacy.

My story was pretty different coming out of high school. I applied at some Ontario universities. I remember a modest scholarship offering to Queens University and a more significant scholarship to the University of Western Ontario business program. I remember making a chart of what was important to me in a college and assigning mathematical values to calculate the best choice. The scholarship made it pretty likely that it would be Western...

...until I decided to visit my big sister at North Central Bible College in Minneapolis. I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere. It was this amazing God's presence thing combined with a focus on academics and mission and purpose. I'd never seen anything like it.

I remember Mom asking me on the way back up to Canada, "So, do you think you'll go there?" I said, "Yeah, probably." So much for the mathematical calculations.

I would have a much nicer house and car today if I'd gone to Western. But I wouldn't be me. The spiritual mentoring of my years in Minneapolis can never be replaced, no matter how wonderful it would have been to be a Western Mustang.

So, what's your method for picking a college?