said my father anxiously. “Not so good. I kept yawning in her face.” My father looked at me in utter disgust. He had raised me all these years so I could spend a college interview yawning? “It was hot in there, Dad. I got sleepy. I kept trying to bite on the yawns and keep them inside my mouth, but it didn’t work. My jaw cracked, and the yawns came out anyhow.” My father sighed. “Oh, well. I’m not that crazy about this college anyhow. Too small. And too feminine. All these little bushes and pretty little trees and cute little dormitories. It’s not my idea of a college.” We walked back to the car. I had always thought of college as an autumn thing. Plaid stadium blankets and autumn leaves to scuff through. But summer hung heavy over the campuses we visited. Nobody was busy. They were too hot. “I think our first priority in college selection should be air conditioning,” I told my father. He was busy trying to find a place where we could have lunch. “The second priority should be that they have restaurants around.
