tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post6292806577209521703..comments2023-10-15T04:23:50.187-04:00Comments on College Misery: Helicopters and VelcroUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-7985951194885138312010-08-29T05:07:42.459-04:002010-08-29T05:07:42.459-04:00"When did college become summer camp?"
..."When did college become summer camp?"<br /><br />Are you fucking serious? It became summer camp when we started full time staff who need to justify their existence. If we don't provide a camp like atmosphere, then the dears will transfer (which hurts retention) or drop out (which hurts retention). Did I mention this bullshit retention cause?<br /><br />Yes, like the rest of you, myAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-14793682985630633782010-08-28T14:25:30.011-04:002010-08-28T14:25:30.011-04:00Yesterday I discovered that my university engages ...Yesterday I discovered that my university engages in this absurdity. After I cussed my way through the parking lot because there were no spaces, I soon discovered why: Mommies and Daddies were meeting with their babies' First Year instructor. Oy! I'm so glad I didn't agree to teach this non-course this year!Prissy Profhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06581053595119915513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-59651498176872719132010-08-26T15:17:58.832-04:002010-08-26T15:17:58.832-04:00My mom wanted to stick around when she first dropp...My mom wanted to stick around when she first dropped me off to college 11 years ago. Actually, she got very angry at me, stopped talking, and threw a hissy fit about how much I didn't love her when I ditched her to go hang out with friends during orientation. Rinse. Repeat. This was more or less the scene when she came and saw the play I was in at one point or another too -- screaming and Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-24858840258924460932010-08-26T12:16:42.857-04:002010-08-26T12:16:42.857-04:00We shouldn't be surprised at the camp-like fee...We shouldn't be surprised at the camp-like feel to the modern American college campus when even the PRISON system coddles the fuck outta its charges: Do you those poor widdle boyses and girlies have EIGHT PAGES of candy bar choices their mommies and daddies can choose from to fill care packages for those lonely and misunderstood...sleep-over campers?Mrs. Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00398436173535554878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-65214194643563199032010-08-24T19:40:45.764-04:002010-08-24T19:40:45.764-04:00I guess I'm not surprised by this, after all I...I guess I'm not surprised by this, after all I see these kids when they show up in their slippers and pajama bottoms on the first day of class, as if I'm supposed to maybe pour them some juice and give them a plate of Pop Tarts before we start class.<br /><br />The article mentions a "Parting Ceremony" that allows those doting parents to say goodbye in some kind of overwrought W.T. Pfefferlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07522687306482305195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-34737620221204612352010-08-24T19:11:26.167-04:002010-08-24T19:11:26.167-04:00I was just dumped on a plane and sent to college, ...I was just dumped on a plane and sent to college, much to my relief. My roommate's parents took me out to dinner.Frog and Toadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06377542172335502858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-26124673167333012662010-08-24T16:56:50.135-04:002010-08-24T16:56:50.135-04:00My parents were so hands-off when it came to colle...My parents were so hands-off when it came to college that I had to wait until I was considered "independent" to go to school so I could get financial aid without them. People who expect their parents to do everything for them when it comes to college make me sick.Snarky Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04196509615328045888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-83153389152799293682010-08-24T16:48:15.914-04:002010-08-24T16:48:15.914-04:00Dr D - I'll do ya one better - my parents stuc...Dr D - I'll do ya one better - my parents stuck around for about 2 MINUTES - just long enough to comment on how crappy the furniture was, admire the lakeside view from the window (my room's only redeeming feature), greet the residence don who dropped by, and then sayonara.<br />I too was happy to see them off - my next task was to go buy a case of beer, pronto!<br /><br />I went to Prof Poopieheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00997969128824319914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-83592083665978129782010-08-24T15:32:50.197-04:002010-08-24T15:32:50.197-04:00My son was a college freshman last year and, while...My son was a college freshman last year and, while I'm not a helicopter parent, I was glad to see that they did some first week activities. At his particular college, they are filled with high GPA, high SAT kids with high levels of introversion (and/or, perhaps, academic psychosis). Soooo... it wasn't such a bad thing in his case. Fortunately, he's not a demanding snowflake.<br /><br Dr Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10444414777736734711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-34079673436353388702010-08-24T14:05:45.061-04:002010-08-24T14:05:45.061-04:00My siblings and I all commuted to college, but my ...My siblings and I all commuted to college, but my parents have always been big fans of us dealing with our college issues ourselves. They were happy to drive us to college visits, but we had to ask the questions and get the information. And when I went to grad school in a foreign country, I had no choice but to move in by myself.<br /><br />I hate working at recruitment/"preview" daysElsa Martinezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03038133077768613833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-79267923005525543342010-08-24T13:24:52.893-04:002010-08-24T13:24:52.893-04:00It's the photos more than the article that giv...It's the photos more than the article that give away the game for me. Viewers--which one of these soft-as-a-marshmallow adultolescents is the dad and which is the student?(!) <br /><br />Man up, gentlemen, if you can.Dean A. Hoffmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15263106946859232382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-71872532383700072262010-08-24T12:08:43.952-04:002010-08-24T12:08:43.952-04:00Yeah, my family didn't stick around, they just...Yeah, my family didn't stick around, they just helped me get my stuff into the dorm, commented on how oppressively tiny it was, then took off. That was 20 years ago and in those days, orientation was a one-hour lecture along the lines of "the library's over here, grades are posted here, and remember to see your advisor." At the same university, nowadays orientation is a Programming Pattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03838328277067778125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-37302753940766827602010-08-24T11:52:42.059-04:002010-08-24T11:52:42.059-04:00Helicopter parents pissed me off even when I was a...Helicopter parents pissed me off even when I was an undergrad. I worked as an RA in the dorms for a few years. One day, I got a call from my boss to come to her office. Turns out that the mother of one of the students on my floor called my boss to tell her that the floor was too cold for her daughter. You wanna know the kicker? Daughter was leaving her window open--IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER. Candy from Casa Grandehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10541210080163485794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-86636569361854390792010-08-24T11:49:16.525-04:002010-08-24T11:49:16.525-04:00I drove myself to college. I never saw my parents...I drove myself to college. I never saw my parents on campus until my senior year, when my sister was also there. I grew up to get a PhD, so I guess that wasn't too debilitating.College Boyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11090279986552451411noreply@blogger.com