My first week at Kansas was great. The day after my 18th birthday which was a Sunday my relatvely newly divorced parents drive me to Lawrence. Normally, it takes only 3 hours from Omaha if you go the common sense way. South on I-29 from Council Bluffs, pick up I-435 somewhere between KCI and KC proper then pick up I-70 fget off at the West Lawrence exit. Well, my Dad decides he didn't want to pay the dollar toll (this was Aug. 92) and decides to take 'his route'. Four and a half hours after leaving downtown Omaha we arrive on campus. We pull up to the my dorm and get out of the car to stretch and the first thing my Dad says is that he's seen projects in Chicago that look better than this.
A couple of friends who didn't go to college came with us. My Dad drive back the same day. My Mom and friends stay a couple of days to make sure my housing situation was straight. No tears were shed. Freshman Dorm room: #115 Templin Hall, on the top of the hill at W. 15th Street and whatever the drive was for the those six or seven dorms on that side of campus.
Sophomore year: My Granma decides she wants in on the act. She drives down with my Mom and me. She sees the condition of my room in Jayhawker Tower C, 4th Floor and proceeds to ask me where the grocery store is so she can buy some cleaning products. My new roommates and their parents walk in as I'm scubbing the kitchen counter.
I am recognizing that the voice inside my head
is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
Because opinions are like voices we all have a different kind". --Q-Tip
I was happy to send my daughter, the other A-type personality in the house, away to college. I missed her a lot while she was gone.
You darn tootin', I like fig newtons!