One Down, Two to Go
I expected to feel a sense of loss after we said good-bye to Stephanie last night but instead I felt proud. Proud that she was so happy and excited by the prospect of everything she will learn and experience during the next four years. The reality that she's moved on to this next phase in her life will probably hit me in a few days.
We drove over to Occidental in two cars. Steph and I in her car and Sam and the boys in the other, both cars filled with the stuff for her dorm room. After she checked into her dorm and was issued her key we went to find room 105. Newcomb Hall has nice sized double rooms and houses 150 students. The boys are on one side and the girls on the other. There are two rec rooms, a kitchen, and a computer lab for common use. The bathrooms are communal, one for men, one for women on each floor.
Her roomate Talia hadn't arrived yet so we unloaded and just set everything in the room. Steph didn't want to claim a side until she knew if Talia had a preference. I was afraid Steph was taking too much and we'd have to bring some of it home again but there was plenty of storage space.
Talia and her family arrived shortly afterward and we all got busy helping them unpack as much as possible before we all had to head off for the luncheon and the various orientation events. The students went to their events and the parents to ours. That occupied the entire afternoon.
Talia is from northern California and seems very nice and she and Steph had quite a bit in common. Her parents seemed to find some reassurance in knowing that we were only an hour and a half away if they needed anything.
Since we knew Steph was anxious to throw herself into the events planned for the evening (a hall BBQ followed by a college wide carnival) and didn't want her to feel obligated to stay with us
we said our good-byes about 5pm after the last orientation session.
We had a short note from her this morning saying she was having a blast. Today she was to take her placement tests and go to more orientation sessions. Tomorrow she'll meet with her advisor and pick her classes and the after convocation Wednesday classes begin.
We're sure going to miss her, yes even the boys, and even though I don't expect she'll be home as much as I would probably like, she knows we are here for her. I may not like it, but it's time to let go, she's got her own life to shape now.
We drove over to Occidental in two cars. Steph and I in her car and Sam and the boys in the other, both cars filled with the stuff for her dorm room. After she checked into her dorm and was issued her key we went to find room 105. Newcomb Hall has nice sized double rooms and houses 150 students. The boys are on one side and the girls on the other. There are two rec rooms, a kitchen, and a computer lab for common use. The bathrooms are communal, one for men, one for women on each floor.
Her roomate Talia hadn't arrived yet so we unloaded and just set everything in the room. Steph didn't want to claim a side until she knew if Talia had a preference. I was afraid Steph was taking too much and we'd have to bring some of it home again but there was plenty of storage space.
Talia and her family arrived shortly afterward and we all got busy helping them unpack as much as possible before we all had to head off for the luncheon and the various orientation events. The students went to their events and the parents to ours. That occupied the entire afternoon.
Talia is from northern California and seems very nice and she and Steph had quite a bit in common. Her parents seemed to find some reassurance in knowing that we were only an hour and a half away if they needed anything.
Since we knew Steph was anxious to throw herself into the events planned for the evening (a hall BBQ followed by a college wide carnival) and didn't want her to feel obligated to stay with us
we said our good-byes about 5pm after the last orientation session.
We had a short note from her this morning saying she was having a blast. Today she was to take her placement tests and go to more orientation sessions. Tomorrow she'll meet with her advisor and pick her classes and the after convocation Wednesday classes begin.
We're sure going to miss her, yes even the boys, and even though I don't expect she'll be home as much as I would probably like, she knows we are here for her. I may not like it, but it's time to let go, she's got her own life to shape now.
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