Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I'm a dinosaur. In the early 90s my parents helped me pack my car and i drove 15 hours to college by myself. DS is a rising senior and our oldest. I would imagine the parting won't be quite as extreme as I experienced!
In 1987, I loaded my car and drive myself to college, too. Hugged my mom on the porch, got in the car, and pulled around the block to the gas station to fuel up. Then I put my head on the steering wheel and bawled for 10 minutes. I called my mom from a pay phone when I got to school. I cried for another 10 minutes when I hung up. After that I had a blast!
No one cares about stories from the 80s.
Same experience for me in the 2000s except I had a cell phone to call home.
I didn't see the need for my parents to come. I could unload the car on my own and if I hadn't wanted to they had upper classman volunteering to carry stuff that day.
Good for you but, other kids/people have different needs and wants.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I'm a dinosaur. In the early 90s my parents helped me pack my car and i drove 15 hours to college by myself. DS is a rising senior and our oldest. I would imagine the parting won't be quite as extreme as I experienced!
In 1987, I loaded my car and drive myself to college, too. Hugged my mom on the porch, got in the car, and pulled around the block to the gas station to fuel up. Then I put my head on the steering wheel and bawled for 10 minutes. I called my mom from a pay phone when I got to school. I cried for another 10 minutes when I hung up. After that I had a blast!
No one cares about stories from the 80s.
Same experience for me in the 2000s except I had a cell phone to call home.
I didn't see the need for my parents to come. I could unload the car on my own and if I hadn't wanted to they had upper classman volunteering to carry stuff that day.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I'm a dinosaur. In the early 90s my parents helped me pack my car and i drove 15 hours to college by myself. DS is a rising senior and our oldest. I would imagine the parting won't be quite as extreme as I experienced!
In 1987, I loaded my car and drive myself to college, too. Hugged my mom on the porch, got in the car, and pulled around the block to the gas station to fuel up. Then I put my head on the steering wheel and bawled for 10 minutes. I called my mom from a pay phone when I got to school. I cried for another 10 minutes when I hung up. After that I had a blast!
No one cares about stories from the 80s.
Anonymous wrote:I don’t get it really. Last year for drop off of our freshman four hours away, we got a hotel for the night before in town. We had an early check in time the next day (Saturday). We unloaded everything, did a bit of help for organizing and then said our goodbyes. The room was a 4/2 and it just got crowded with the other girls and their families. We didn’t stay to decorate and get everything just so. We didn’t take her to lunch or dinner. We just drove off back home as she started her next chapter.
I noticed in the FB page where parents are talking about making a weekend of it (understandable), but they are talking about how much time they plan to spend to get the rooms Insta ready, take their kids with them and/or stop by for breakfast and or lunch before driving off home. Maybe their kid needs a longer goodbye or they do, but that is all foreign to me!
If we tried decorating HER room, she would have a literal conniption fit.
I know everyone is different with a goodbye and I’m trying not to judge, but if you are one help me understand!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I'm a dinosaur. In the early 90s my parents helped me pack my car and i drove 15 hours to college by myself. DS is a rising senior and our oldest. I would imagine the parting won't be quite as extreme as I experienced!
In 1987, I loaded my car and drive myself to college, too. Hugged my mom on the porch, got in the car, and pulled around the block to the gas station to fuel up. Then I put my head on the steering wheel and bawled for 10 minutes. I called my mom from a pay phone when I got to school. I cried for another 10 minutes when I hung up. After that I had a blast!
No one cares about stories from the 80s.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I'm a dinosaur. In the early 90s my parents helped me pack my car and i drove 15 hours to college by myself. DS is a rising senior and our oldest. I would imagine the parting won't be quite as extreme as I experienced!
In 1987, I loaded my car and drive myself to college, too. Hugged my mom on the porch, got in the car, and pulled around the block to the gas station to fuel up. Then I put my head on the steering wheel and bawled for 10 minutes. I called my mom from a pay phone when I got to school. I cried for another 10 minutes when I hung up. After that I had a blast!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
LOL. The "parent orientations" are set up precisely so the colleges can force the crazy parents who can't let go to separate from the kids. They're useless otherwise. We never attended any of them.
We feel the same way with the “parent weekends”. We visited on our way to a vacation on a non football weekend about six weeks after fall began. She was proud to walk us around campus and loved we bought lunch for a grateful poor kid. We also did a bit of grocery shopping. Her and her roommates were not social and barely connected. [b]We NEVER once met their parents. [/b]
Those weekends just seem like forced fundraisers with their games and movie on the lawn. We are not football fans at all. It was quieter in town. We didn’t have to wait for a table. Much more enjoyable.
Why would you expect to meet your kid's roommates parents? That is strange.
Where did I once say I expected to meet my kid’s roommates parents?
Read the bolded. sounded like you had expectations. Seemed strange to mention it at all
Sorry but to me parents weekend sounds like not only time to see your kid but meet other kid’s parents. Some of them talking about looking forward to meeting in person the way the FB parents talk. I have my own group of friends, I don’t need to meet other parents like it is a play date.
I have my own friends and I’m friends with my kids roommates parents, I’m actually friends with about 5 of them after 4 years. I get some people have social anxiety and don’t care to meet people or make friends but I’ve met some great people at my son’s college,
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
LOL. The "parent orientations" are set up precisely so the colleges can force the crazy parents who can't let go to separate from the kids. They're useless otherwise. We never attended any of them.
We feel the same way with the “parent weekends”. We visited on our way to a vacation on a non football weekend about six weeks after fall began. She was proud to walk us around campus and loved we bought lunch for a grateful poor kid. We also did a bit of grocery shopping. Her and her roommates were not social and barely connected. [b]We NEVER once met their parents. [/b]
Those weekends just seem like forced fundraisers with their games and movie on the lawn. We are not football fans at all. It was quieter in town. We didn’t have to wait for a table. Much more enjoyable.
Why would you expect to meet your kid's roommates parents? That is strange.
Where did I once say I expected to meet my kid’s roommates parents?
Read the bolded. sounded like you had expectations. Seemed strange to mention it at all
Sorry but to me parents weekend sounds like not only time to see your kid but meet other kid’s parents. Some of them talking about looking forward to meeting in person the way the FB parents talk. I have my own group of friends, I don’t need to meet other parents like it is a play date.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
LOL. The "parent orientations" are set up precisely so the colleges can force the crazy parents who can't let go to separate from the kids. They're useless otherwise. We never attended any of them.
We feel the same way with the “parent weekends”. We visited on our way to a vacation on a non football weekend about six weeks after fall began. She was proud to walk us around campus and loved we bought lunch for a grateful poor kid. We also did a bit of grocery shopping. Her and her roommates were not social and barely connected. [b]We NEVER once met their parents. [/b]
Those weekends just seem like forced fundraisers with their games and movie on the lawn. We are not football fans at all. It was quieter in town. We didn’t have to wait for a table. Much more enjoyable.
Why would you expect to meet your kid's roommates parents? That is strange.
Where did I once say I expected to meet my kid’s roommates parents?
Read the bolded. sounded like you had expectations. Seemed strange to mention it at all
Anonymous wrote:I'm a dinosaur. In the early 90s my parents helped me pack my car and i drove 15 hours to college by myself. DS is a rising senior and our oldest. I would imagine the parting won't be quite as extreme as I experienced!