The holiday, which was indeed Labor Day (I referred to it as Memorial Day in yesterday's post), has thrown off my typical Mon/Wed post days. Not even sure what I normally do after a Monday holiday, but here we are with posts back to back.
"THIS IS A WELL PACKED CAR:"
Upperclassmen in dorm-specific, color coded t-shirts held signs and cheered as cars drove up. As soon as we alerted the color-coded folks which dorm we were heading to, the girls in the lilac shirts chased our car, screamed, cheered, waved flags, and behaved in a very excited fashion. It was touching and very fun. The girls were super welcoming, but the welcome-wagon guys from the male dorms were positively entertaining. One dorm posted this sign out in front of their dorm:
|Duncan is a name of one of the|
male dorms. This
made us chuckle.
Mini went inside to check-in and get her room key. Coach and I prepared to help the helper girls put Mini's things in huge laundry carts.
Girl in lilac shirt: (upon opening the trunk) OH, THIS IS A WELL PACKED CAR.
I took a small bow, and thanked her for the compliment. She was not wrong.
Notre Dame doesn't allow kids to shop on social media, or anywhere, for roommates as freshmen. No requests. In my book, that's fine, but they also make no attempt to pair kids with similar interests or messy/neat, early bird/night owl factory settings, which in these days of algorithms-rule-the-world seems a bit nonsensical to me.
In other words, yes - I fear that Mini's roommate will struggle with Mini's mess making issues. At the risk of getting ahead of myself, Mini and her roommate are not likely to be friends. I think meeting someone new is a great concept, but could we try to find a common thread here? Spoiler alert: having an annoying roommate made the transition to college hard for Mini.
STRATEGIC ERROR #1 (not counting the alarm mishap, which really - WAS a big error, right?):
I intended to jog up to the room with Mini. Be there when she met her roomie. Start helping her get unpacked. The car needed to be moved to a lot and Coach wanted me to go with him. He didn't know his way around, but in hindsight - ASK SOMEONE, google-maps, etc. Instead, I told Mini I'd go with Coach and we'd be right back.
STRATEGIC ERROR #2:
We parked, and then I started walking. I stopped, noticing Coach was not walking. I waited for a few minutes. I walked back towards the car. I stood there. I walked to his side of the car. I saw him digging in his bags. He moved to the trunk. More digging. He went back to the front seat.
Me: What are you looking for?
Coach: I can't find my wallet.
I asked a few questions to see if that might help us pinpoint its location. He mentioned that he almost forgot it at home and grabbed it at the last minute. Why then would it be in his overnight bag? I climbed in the front seat. Reached between the seats in the space allocated for cups, purses, and 'stuff' - and pulled out his wallet.
Mini texted me: WHERE ARE YOU?
Me: Sorry, we're coming. Dad couldn't find his wallet. Walking back now.
TO LOFT OR NOT TO LOFT, THAT IS NO LONGER A QUESTION:
By the time we got to her room, Mini looked a little frazzled. She'd hoped to mid-loft her bed. That wasn't an option given the furniture that they had. The beds were lofted. She had a wardrobe under her bed to one side and a desk to the other side. There was very little wiggle room and most importantly NO CLOSET AND NO DRESSER. Her wardrobe had 2.5 drawers at the bottom and space to hang things. Oh, dear.
Remember how I forbid her from purchasing additional drawers? Oops.
I whispered to her: What's up?
Mini: I'm too tall to fit under my bed, but Ellen wants to leave them lofted. She told me: "I like my cave."
Ellen is short, and apparently a fan of dark, cramped spaces. The only other option was to bunk the beds and Mini wasn't a huge fan of sleeping in such close proximity anyway. She was mostly bummed that the beds could not be mid-lofted.
The other two roommates disassembled the loft. They bunked their beds, but then couldn't fit all of the furniture in their room. They decided to park one of their desks in the common room shared by all 4. I suggested to Mini that she put part of her furniture out there too in order to make their room work. Only fair, right? She wouldn't dare.
Before we left, she'd b0pped her head countless times on the bottom of the bed. Tank's college is big on slicing open pool noodles and sticking them to the bottom of a lofted bed to avoid concussions. When we got home, I sent a pool noodle with Tank's friend who goes to Notre Dame. He was leaving the next morning.
STRATEGIC ERROR #3:
I wore a pair of sandals that I love. Naot, I think. I've had them forever. Maybe too long - I wonder if they are too lose fitting now as the straps have stretched out. They're very comfortable, but they failed me. Big time. We walked around campus so much that I ended up with a blister on the ball of my foot. Thankfully, I packed a different pair of sandals for the next day and they have a high arch support that immediately took the pressure off my poor blister. I survived.
I have more to report on the drop off, but let me just jump ahead to this very close call that would've been a big road bump.
Coach and I walked out of the hotel with all of our stuff Saturday morning. We were heading home Saturday night. The schedule given to us by the university noted that Sat. night it was time to say good-bye. Yikes. So soon?
|Don't try this at home. Or in a hotel|
parking lot while out of town.
(dabs brow of sweat just looking
at the photo evidence)
We stood there for a full minute. Staring at the key fab. At each other. Back at the ground. Imagine that text from Mini, if she thought the misplaced wallet made for a lengthy delay. With our eyes bugging out of our heads, we exchanged feelings of gratitude, loaded the car, and headed over to see our frazzled freshman.
More on the frazzled bit soon.
Even lost a key fab? Did your college kid like his/her roommate? Gotten a blister at an inopportune time? From shoes that you formerly swore by? Know anyone concussed by his/her lofted bed?