At the hotel now. Will explore campus tomorrow. More interesting info soon. So he said back in the fall when he arrived on campus for the start of his freshman year.
More info soon… We looked forward to it. And two days later it arrived.
So far so good. Getting settled in. Hopefully there will be more to report tomorrow.
Report tomorrow… We awaited it eagerly.
But there was no tomorrow. The report never arrived. We were completely in the dark most of the time, many hundreds of miles away. We had to be satisfied with our role as financial underwriters and otherwise let him be.
Yes, yes. I know. I didn’t do much better when I was his age.
So the first semester passed. Tests and quizzes evidently came and went. Papers must have been written and presentations given. Midterm grades issued. Final exams. … No interesting information forthcoming. No reports. No details of any sort. Virtual radio silence.
And then he was here during winter break. And he spent his month-long winter term here, too. So we got to see him a lot. (More, anyway, than when we was at school.) And we loved it. … And then a few weeks he returned to school for semester number 2.
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We were sitting in the living room the other day, I reading a book with my feet up, Trudy smiling in the glow of the computer on her lap.
“Ben sent us email!” she said. And she proceeded to read his report. Yes: a report with interesting information, even.
Things are going well, I assure you, he started out. And he talked about his classes and his professors and which ones he likes and which ones are less vibrant and simulating. And he talked about life in the food co-op and his new responsibilities and about how he’s figured out how to eat three meals a day.
It was eight good paragraphs of solid content, just the thing a parent wants, written with humor and detail — more than enough to get us thru at least a couple months. … But don’t tell him I said that!