{{Cashmere}}
{{Kristin}}
{{anyone else who needs it}} for I have skipped like an exceptionally flat rock across a glassy lake.
Some pirate somewhere may have talked like that, who can say?
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{{Cashmere}}
{{Kristin}}
{{anyone else who needs it}} for I have skipped like an exceptionally flat rock across a glassy lake.
Some pirate somewhere may have talked like that, who can say?
ugh. I feel you Kristin. This morning I got a tart email from a parent that said (in my words) "my kid has decided to go on this trip that is not academic and you don't have anything to do with. send me the names of the chaperones and a phone number, because you obviously don't have anything else to do but track down my kid"
Vortex, is this student a college student?
Because, um, yikes!
d, news of the good is just what the parrot ordered. Arrrrr.
{{{{Cash&Owen}}}}}
{{{{Kristin}}}}
::takes Kristin out of her misery and puts her into her happy::
I'm so sorry, Cash. That's very upsetting and stressful. It just hits on so many different areas aside from your concerns about Owen as well. Finances, your time, how it affects Olivia, stress in the marriage.
Thanks, loves.
I've now also found that one of the parents has unmedicated bipolar, and another has been described as "unrelentingly obnoxious."
It's going to be a long year.
Vortex, you have to be kidding me. College parents are writing this to you? Wh-huh?
Vortex, is this student a college student?
YES. Can you believe this shit? I actually haven't gotten back to her.
((((Cashmere and family))))
((((Kristin))))
Vortex, this is where it gets tempting to send someone on a wild goose chase.
Man, even in the 15 years since I was a student, parental involvement is OFF THE FUCKING CHARTS now. Seriously, I would go for weeks without talking to my folks, and really the only fallout would be that I would just be calling them for money and would kind of get grief for that.
(I did like going home on weekends sometimes though, because I could do laundry, eat free food, and sleep in a room by myself.)
I am SO glad that cell phones were not a thing when I was in college.
Tell me about it. Even ten years ago when I was in the biology academic office at Penn, we'd get calls from parents upset because their kids had gotten into Dr. D's Biology 101 lecture when the student rating book thingummy said Dr. B was a better professor. (Which is perfectly true. Dr. D was a brilliant researcher and grad student mentor who sucked at teaching undergrads. There are several in every department, but they have to teach a 100 or 200-level course on occasion anyway.) And it boggled my mind, because my parents figured that, having sent me off to college, they were going to let me take care of myself, since I was 900 miles away and all.