My sister's "uncommon application" to the University of Chicago arrived in the mail today. I waxed nostalgic recalling my excitement about applying to college. She intends to apply early action to U of C, just like me. If she attends, she would be a freshman when I'm a senior.
I loved helping her with (i.e. doing) her math homework in high school. Helping her adjust to college would be that same feeling ten fold.