In Robbie Stewart's room one evening. Robbie is working at his computer. He hears a knock at the door.
Robbie:	Who is it?
Philip:	Dad.
Robbie:	Come on in, Dad.
Philip:	I thought you might be hungry. I brought you a chicken sandwich and a glass of milk.
Robbie:	I am hungry. Thanks, Dad. What time is it, anyway?
Philip:	[He looks at his watch.] Ten o'clock. What are you working on?
Robbie:	I'm writing a story for the high-school paper.
Philip:	Can't you finish it tomorrow?
Robbie:	No, I have to turn it in in the morning.
Philip:	What's it about?
Robbie:	I'm writing an article on the feelings about graduation.
Philip:	And ... how do you feel?
Robbie:	Me? A little scared. And excited, too.
Philip:	I felt the same way.
Robbie:	The scary part's leaving home and moving to college.
Philip:	Oh, leaving home is part of growing up. Well, don't work all night.
Robbie:	I don't mind. I enjoy writing.
Philip:	Well, maybe you should think about becoming a writer.
Robbie:	Maybe I should.
Philip:	You have lots of time to decide.
Robbie:	That's the worst part—making decisions.
Philip:	You'll be OK. Good night, Son.
Robbie:	Good night, Dad.
The next morning. Robbie is eating breakfast in the kitchen. Grandpa and Philip enter. They are singing the University of Michigan song.
Grandpa & Philip:	Hail to the victors valiant, Hail to the conquering heroes Hail, hail to Michigan The champions of the West!
Philip:	Ah, good morning, Robbie.
Robbie:	Good morning, Dad.
Grandpa:	How's my grandson?
Robbie:	Fine, Grandpa. Fine! What's all the cheering about? Did the University of Michigan win another football game?
Grandpa:	Better than that. Tell him, Philip.
Philip:	I just spoke with Charley Rafer.
Robbie:	Who's Charley Rafer?
Philip:	He's the Dean of Admissions for the University of Michigan.
Grandpa:	And it turns out he's a classmate of Philip's.
Philip:	We were both on the tennis team.
Robbie:	Great!
Philip:	It is great. He's going to be in New York tomorrow to interview applicants for admission.
Grandpa:	And he's agreed to fit you into his schedule.
Robbie:	But I may not want to go to Michigan.
Philip:	It's one of the best schools in the country, Robbie. I studied medicine there. Your grandfather went to the Engineering School there.
Robbie:	I know that, but ...
Grandpa:	You said you wanted to be a doctor like your father.
Robbie:	Not exactly.
Grandpa:	You couldn't pick a finer medical school than Michigan.
Robbie:	Yes, I know that.
Philip:	Let's meet with Charley at the university club. Ten o'clock tomorrow morning. It doesn't mean you're going to Michigan.
Grandpa:	It doesn't mean you have to be a doctor. But the interview will be good experience for you.
Robbie:	In that case, it's OK. [to Philip] Dad, growing up means making my own decisions, doesn't it?
Philip:	You're right, Robbie. But, like your Grandpa suggested, have the interview.
Grandpa:	And then make your own decision.
Robbie:	That sounds fine.
Philip:	I know it's sudden, Robbie, but this is an important opportunity. We'll head down there first thing tomorrow morning. OK?
Robbie:	Sure, Dad.
Philip:	I want you to know something, Son. I'm ... I'm very proud of you.
Robbie:	Thanks, Dad.
Philip:	Well, I've got an appointment at the hospital. I'll see you all at dinnertime.
Robbie:	Bye, Dad. [Philip leaves.]
Grandpa:	Is something still wrong, Robbie?
Robbie:	I'll be OK.
Grandpa:	Going away to college for the first time always makes one a little nervous.
Robbie:	I guess so. I'll be OK. I just need time to think.