|Emperor, Patrick, Elf and G, 2004.|
At this particular college, you have NO IDEA which room you'll get until you arrive. Classes? Bah. You can't sign up for classes until the very week before they begin. Meal plan? Oh... that begins right when classes do. So you'll arrive but I guess you pay cash or starve until classes begin.
It's a big ol' place so I don't understand why they're running this as though one guy in the main office has to hand sort everything for 5,000 students.
Anyway, so much dust has been stirred up and sooo many things have been packed for transport that it's ridiculous. You'd think the kid just had three childhood toys, a laptop and some clothes but nope. You realise how much stuff has just been sitting around the house that belongs to him. I am sure I will find bunches of stuff and just have to leave it in a pile for his return.
The "kid" is nearly 24 so it's time for him to go do this. I am exactly that parent that thought I would never eeeeverrr have an adult child in my basement but here we are. And he has a couple of years to get through school and a bit of job-hunting to do after. Late start I guess but at least he's starting?
Prayers and good wishes always appreciated.