Actually he'd like to live in residence for at least one year, but our current financial state (the new house, and the renovations) militate against that. So far he's understanding about it, but maybe by 4th Year we'll be in better shape and he can suffer with cafeteria food and the old stand by, Kraft Dinner.
Certainly if he goes to Grad school, he'll probably go to a University far far away. If he's good enough maybe he can go to the States (I say good enough because a scholarship is the only way that will happen) or the UK. One of his friends has her heart set on Oxbridge. She's Serbian, has only been here for about 6 years, and that would be a triumph for her that her family in Serbia as well as Canada could understand.
Robbie's interests are currently Sociology, History and English. I suspect that what he's really interested in may turn out to be Political Science and or History. Brace yourselves folks, there could be another Boyter historian in the pipe. All of this will unfold with time and entirely as his heart and brains dictate. My job is nearly done, I just have to make sure he learns the difference between High School and University early enough not to mess up his Freshman year. To tell the truth, he may know it already, but I'm a bit of an over-protective Dad.
When I got into Maryland, whether you were successful or not couldn't be told from the envelope. Each was a simple letter saying Congratulations or Regrettably.... Now the Canadian experience is much more like the American one. If you don't get in you get a small thin envelope, if you do you get a big fat one, in the case of the U of T with a picture of a smiling Asian student on it and text intimating the great time you are about to have.
I was actually surprised at how excited and proud I was in presenting him the envelope, since I was sure he'd get in, and he'd received another early acceptance about a month ago. Robbie was delighted but tamped those feelings down really fast. I'm not sure where that reticence comes from, probably both sets of Grand-parents, since Nancy and I are quite exuberant and "up-front" with our feelings.
I've just spent the evening phoning and e-mailing all our friends bragging to the skies. Ahhhh, life is goooood.
Rob