The day he finally picked his school felt like a season finale. He had hats from three different programs laid out on a table, like some kind of collegiate version of a game show. You half-expected a confetti cannon and a dramatic countdown.
He didn’t just choose a school; he announced it. There were videos, graphics, and a caption that probably took longer to write than my last tax return. “I’m staying home,” he finally said, and the room collectively sighed like a balloon with a slow leak.
It was the kind of moment that makes you nod and think, “Yep, that’s a kid who knows what he wants.” Unlike me, who still can’t decide if I want iced or hot coffee in July.
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Let’s be real: Tyler’s decision is a lot like choosing a major in college. You want the right vibe, the right cafeteria food, and the right amount of “away from mom” factor. He picked a school that’s close enough to do laundry at home but far enough to pretend he’s independent.
It’s the eternal struggle. You want the big stage of a Division I powerhouse, but you also want a coach who remembers your name and doesn’t just call you “Hey, athlete.” Tyler found that balance, like ordering a salad that’s actually just a pile of fries in disguise.
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When he put that hat on, you could almost hear the collective exhale from his parents. They’re probably thinking, “Great, now we just have to pay for it.” But hey, that’s a problem for future them.
