The HELICOPTERS have landed
Jesus! I've been inundated with helicopter parents the last few days... it's an epi-freakin-demic.
I'll never forget the day my own parents dropped me off in front of my dorm (Flint Hall) in Syrcuase. I was petrified! They helped me move most of my stuff in and then that was it, adios. This was before cell phones, so it was harder to be a helicopter parent in those days anyway, dorms had no phones, etc. So once you were left you were LEFT.
I was terrified, but terror doesn't kill you. Within a few hours I had a bunch of friends and knew how to find the dining hall. It was a short skip and a jump up the social ladder and boom, I was a drunken rock star by the end of first semester, even if I was too self-conscious for any of the whore mongering and orgies.
If not for that adrenalin burst of raw terror at being thrown to the wolves that way, though, who knows what kind of neurotic mess I would have turned out to be? Fear is a man's best friend, as John Cale once said. Without failure and strife, we don't grow. Is this an editorial? It's supposed to be livejournal. Man, I need a podium.
I'll never forget the day my own parents dropped me off in front of my dorm (Flint Hall) in Syrcuase. I was petrified! They helped me move most of my stuff in and then that was it, adios. This was before cell phones, so it was harder to be a helicopter parent in those days anyway, dorms had no phones, etc. So once you were left you were LEFT.
I was terrified, but terror doesn't kill you. Within a few hours I had a bunch of friends and knew how to find the dining hall. It was a short skip and a jump up the social ladder and boom, I was a drunken rock star by the end of first semester, even if I was too self-conscious for any of the whore mongering and orgies.
If not for that adrenalin burst of raw terror at being thrown to the wolves that way, though, who knows what kind of neurotic mess I would have turned out to be? Fear is a man's best friend, as John Cale once said. Without failure and strife, we don't grow. Is this an editorial? It's supposed to be livejournal. Man, I need a podium.