Our Trip to Boston College--August 23-24, 2016

Well, I will start off, and maybe finish, by saying that I should have known my daughter.  Anna will make anything that should be really simple, and easy, into a production.  Such as when she passed out at her high school graduation, and we spent the day in the ER instead of her graduation, and instead of going to parties.

So, I don't know what I was thinking when I said we would drive up to Boston on Tuesday, spend the night, and drop her off on Wednesday at Boston College, and then leave that same day.   Part of that was because I started a new job on Monday (more on that later), and Chris had a pretty important doctor's appointment on Thursday, so we wanted to maximize our time with Anna, but also be efficient.  

At Notre Dame, freshman drop off is a 4 day affair.  There is no official summer freshman orientation at Notre Dame for students and parents, so they do it all at freshman drop off, and the parents get their orientation at the same time.  When I dropped off Jack two years ago, I could not have been happier about the way those few days went.  I was reassured that this was a great thing, and as one of the administration people said "don't worry, Mom and Dad, we have your child's back." That is exactly what I wanted to hear.  I wanted to know that someone else was doing for Jack what heretofore I had been doing for Jack.  Having his back (although he would probably not see it that way.)

Boston College is different.  I went with Anna to a torturous 3 day Freshman Orientation session in July (it may have been longer...I was so miserable, that I lost track of time.)   So, drop off for Freshman year is a 30 minute event.  You are told to come in the morning or the afternoon, and you are given a quick 15 minutes to park and unload (after waiting in a line of cars for two hours on Commonwealth Avenue, we all really needed to use the bathroom, and that wasted some precious time that we were told we could use to stay before we would have to move....I was not thrilled, and I don't like being bossed around by 19 year olds wearing BC "Welcome" shirts.)