Parents Weekend at NC State was this past weekend. The most desolate part of the world is a university campus on an early Sunday morning. Well, if you call 10:15 am early. My husband and I were due to meet our son at exactly 10:50. Not a moment before as he allots his sleep like a miser counts his coins.
Since we had time to spare, my husband and I hiked through campus seeking one of the many, many "great" coffee shops they always brag about. But guess what? They're not open on Sundays.
We finally discovered a tiny shop in the student center that served stale coffee from large urns. The two of us, plus an employee pouring coffee for
himself, comprised the huge morning rush for the cashier. I provided a few minutes of entertainment when I requested
decaffeinated coffee.
Yeah, right. On a college campus...where
caffeine empowers students to keep their glazed eyes partially open during those large, 600 student classes.
I was shown a foil
cylinder of Tasters Choice
Decaffeinated Instant Coffee. Yuck. I selected juice.
We settled in front of a TV sipping our drinks and munching muffins, and learned of Paul Newman's passing, of
SNL's lampooning of
Palin, and saw a replay of Letterman's response to McCain's cancellation.
Still no movement on campus except a smattering of parents and those who worked.
Sports news danced across the TV screen, wrapping my husband with its vibrant airwaves. I yawned, dug through my new
SCBWI satchel and thought about reading or filing my nails. Instead I tapped into the university's
wifi system and checked email.
My
iPod Touch is fun. However, my mail is via
RoadRunner.com. Roadrunner is so protective of their services (I'm being generous) that I can receive email on my Touch, but I'm not allowed to send any. Great, isn't it?
Anyway, I digress.
My son finally awoke and met us outside his dorm. He drove us to a the church he attends - a huge rock 'n roll service with a large stage for the band and the preacher. I have to admit it was pretty cool. I wanted to film a piece of it but I forgot my camera was in my
satchel, in the car. But I'll tell you more about this church some other time.
After service, we ate hardy, then returned Jim to his dorm. We woke his
roomie still huddled under his blankets. It was 1:30.
It's been many years since I attended my liberal arts college in central Pennsylvania.
Juniata College was a
sprawling campus in the mountains, the approximate size of my 1200 student high school. I remember sleeping late, staying up late, having fun, trying to avoid studying. But never can I remember having a schedule that permitted me to play until 3 or 4 am, sleep until noon, then head off to classes.
Guess it's a good thing I'm a parent now and not a student.
Funeral services will be held later today followed by a pyre.
Parents Weekend at NC State was this past weekend. The most desolate part of the world is a university campus on an early Sunday morning. Well, if you call 10:15 am early. My husband and I were due to meet our son at exactly 10:50. Not a moment before as he allots his sleep like a miser counts his coins.
Anyway, I digress.
It's been many years since I attended my liberal arts college in central Pennsylvania. Juniata College was a sprawling campus in the mountains, the approximate size of my 1200 student high school. I remember sleeping late, staying up late, having fun, trying to avoid studying. But never can I remember having a schedule that permitted me to play until 3 or 4 am, sleep until noon, then head off to classes.
