At the last minute, the answer is clear: Sam has deferred his acceptance to JWU for at least a semester, and probably for a year. It is really my decision. No way in hell am I going to send him off to a school I've never seen--a school that would cost us $33,000 a year--to pursue his improbable fantasy: becoming Chef Ramsey. No way am I going to risk getting covid on the long drive to Denver, or from my own son when they send him home.
As Max puts it, "Mom put her foot down."
For me, it's a relief.
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