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Missing My Son 

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11/16/2010 

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I found myself quite stressed out about this whole blogging thing because I wasn’t quite sure what I really had to talk about. I was anxious and called the school looking for some criteria. My anxiety was triggered by the fact that I don’t talk to Ryan as much as I’d like to. He’s not giving a lot of information when we do talk. I figured it’s because he’s a boy and boys aren’t as engaging as girls are. (At least that’s what I am making myself believe) I’m thankful for Facebook for that is the only way I know how his day went and rest assured, I check it daily!

I have expressed to my firstborn that it would be wonderful if he called home on Friday nites since that’s when he is missed the most. I figured he couldn’t be doing anything else but going to vespers and coming back to his room. Well, there hasn’t been a Friday nite yet that I didn’t have to text him after 9pm and remind him that I was still waiting….. Whew! Who knew? The child attended boarding school for 2 years. You would think that were used to him being gone. The difference is that we could jump in the car and be there in 2 hours and we were still in control!

We get the occasional panic call when things are not going so well with and assignment or with the opposite sex…..(that would be a separate blog). I received a text asking me what the “limit” was on his card. This was a situation where he wanted to purchase a sweatshirt for $70 or some such number and “thought” that he “had” to spend a certain amount. I calmly explained to him that the card was for meals and that he had a debit card with his own money that was probably right next to the other card. I couldn’t resist asking him why it wasn’t his first instinct to use his own money. That lead into a defensive conversation that let me reminded me that he was still a freshman and that there was hope.

From what I gather from our brief conversations is that classes are going well except for a Design Principles class that is particularly challenging. I informed him that he would live and since he did not have a job yet, (another blog) he had time to add a couple more study hours for that class. I so love giving that kind of advice. Since then he has had some enlightenment and a little help from a fellow student, so all is calm.

I haven’t seen a grade since he has been there nor have I received a financial statement. Ryan told us he had signed the paper to give us full disclosure, however, I just found out that there are 2 separate forms. One for Academics and one for finances. Mind you, I have not taken the time to figure out how to go on line for myself and get an account. That is on the “to do” list.
 

 
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Missing My Son
November 16, 2010

I found myself quite stressed out about this whole blogging thing because I wasn’t quite sure what I really had to talk about. I was anxious and called the school looking for some criteria. My anxiety was triggered by the fact that I don’t talk to Ryan as much as I’d like to. He’s not giving a lot of information when we do talk. I figured it’s because he’s a boy and boys aren’t as engaging as girls are. (At least that’s what I am making myself believe) I’m thankful for Facebook for that is the only way I know how his day went and rest assured, I check it daily!

I have expressed to my firstborn that it would be wonderful if he called home on Friday nites since that’s when he is missed the most. I figured he couldn’t be doing anything else but going to vespers and coming back to his room. Well, there hasn’t been a Friday nite yet that I didn’t have to text him after 9pm and remind him that I was still waiting….. Whew! Who knew? The child attended boarding school for 2 years. You would think that were used to him being gone. The difference is that we could jump in the car and be there in 2 hours and we were still in control!

We get the occasional panic call when things are not going so well with and assignment or with the opposite sex…..(that would be a separate blog). I received a text asking me what the “limit” was on his card. This was a situation where he wanted to purchase a sweatshirt for $70 or some such number and “thought” that he “had” to spend a certain amount. I calmly explained to him that the card was for meals and that he had a debit card with his own money that was probably right next to the other card. I couldn’t resist asking him why it wasn’t his first instinct to use his own money. That lead into a defensive conversation that let me reminded me that he was still a freshman and that there was hope.

From what I gather from our brief conversations is that classes are going well except for a Design Principles class that is particularly challenging. I informed him that he would live and since he did not have a job yet, (another blog) he had time to add a couple more study hours for that class. I so love giving that kind of advice. Since then he has had some enlightenment and a little help from a fellow student, so all is calm.

I haven’t seen a grade since he has been there nor have I received a financial statement. Ryan told us he had signed the paper to give us full disclosure, however, I just found out that there are 2 separate forms. One for Academics and one for finances. Mind you, I have not taken the time to figure out how to go on line for myself and get an account. That is on the “to do” list.
 

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