Over the weekend Mrs. T and I moved our oldest daughter into her dorm room. She is beginning her freshman year at an excellent University in the Windy City. The University is about 6 hours from our home so she won't be coming home often. Needless to say it was a very emotional weekend - many tears were shed. However, the University handled it well. The wine and cheese party for the parents after the students were sent off for the class picture was great.
Over the weekend I thought about my first week at college, leaving my family and starting out on my own. I remember my mom crying and my dad telling me how proud he was and to do my best. I remember being anxious, wondering if I could handle the academics, if I would make friends, if I would fit in.
I gave my daughter the basic fatherly advise: stay away from loud drunken parties, don't date until you have your PhD and are making a six figure salary, and study hard. On a more serious note, my last words to her that day were I loved her, I was proud of her and to knock them dead - you will do great things here.
So for those fellow cyburbians young enough to remember that first week of college life, what are your reflections? How did you feel - worried, excited, anxious? What words of wisdom did your parents pass on to you? Did you listen to them and take it to heart?
For those older Cyburbians that may have sent children off to college, how did you feel? What words of wisdom did you pass along? Did they listen to you?