Something I wrote back on Sunday but couldn't post until now.
So I'm on my way back to Hollins. With my eighty year old grandma, and my Mom. Oh, yeah, this trip has been an adventure.
See, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, given who it is), my Dad couldn't get off work to drive down with us - which has a lot to do with us not knowing I was going back until the week before, but I digress. He of course was tragically and dramatically upset about this; he was actually crying when we left. My Dad doesn't really handle being alone very well; he's also a world class worry wort. So between the fact that my Mom and I were doing all the driving, and the fact that we both came down with killer summer colds he was pretty adamant in his belief that we were going to die horribly.
So far not so much with the dying though!
My grandma's along for the ride so that my mom will have someone to drive back with. And by drive back with I mean, of course, she's someone who'll wince every time my Mom accelerates. It's funny - grandma's fine with my driving, but she crosses herself every time my Mom takes the wheel. I don't know though, I think there's something to be said for going back to my Lady College with three generations of ladies in my carpool. It's all girl power-y, without anyone having to wear a Union Jack mini-dress … thankfully.
They're going to be staying in Roanoke with me (well not with me, with me, but you know...) until Wednesday, probably. I'm sort of on “Don't fuck it up” probation - in the sense that my mom's going to stay until we can get sessions set up with the counselors at my school so I don't slip back into, you know, another massive state of depression. Apparently it's considered ideal to actually eat and do schoolwork at college - something I sort of skipped out on the last time around.
All in all though, I think I'm ready to be back. *knocks on wood*
See, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, given who it is), my Dad couldn't get off work to drive down with us - which has a lot to do with us not knowing I was going back until the week before, but I digress. He of course was tragically and dramatically upset about this; he was actually crying when we left. My Dad doesn't really handle being alone very well; he's also a world class worry wort. So between the fact that my Mom and I were doing all the driving, and the fact that we both came down with killer summer colds he was pretty adamant in his belief that we were going to die horribly.
So far not so much with the dying though!
My grandma's along for the ride so that my mom will have someone to drive back with. And by drive back with I mean, of course, she's someone who'll wince every time my Mom accelerates. It's funny - grandma's fine with my driving, but she crosses herself every time my Mom takes the wheel. I don't know though, I think there's something to be said for going back to my Lady College with three generations of ladies in my carpool. It's all girl power-y, without anyone having to wear a Union Jack mini-dress … thankfully.
They're going to be staying in Roanoke with me (well not with me, with me, but you know...) until Wednesday, probably. I'm sort of on “Don't fuck it up” probation - in the sense that my mom's going to stay until we can get sessions set up with the counselors at my school so I don't slip back into, you know, another massive state of depression. Apparently it's considered ideal to actually eat and do schoolwork at college - something I sort of skipped out on the last time around.
All in all though, I think I'm ready to be back. *knocks on wood*