Today was the day of realization. The day Princess A had to reckon with the demon inside of her...the demon of feeling like a traitor...coming to terms with the decision she made herself. It was an inner battle between Rawdy the Red Hawk and Louie the Triton. While a red hawk is an actual creature, a [Triton] named Louie is a mythical creature...Princess A kind of feels like she left her real world and is in a mythical land. I call it transition, she calls it reality.
This morning was orientation. Why ever did I agree to go? New school, new system to learn, love for my child. Yep that's the reasons. However, when they threw me in a room with parents that were virgins to the send off of a child to college..."Letting Go" was the last seminar I needed to be forced to attend. Fifty minutes of chat about kids doing there own laundry (I stopped doing her laundry long before I sent her off to college), shedding tears when you say that final good-bye (which I didn't do two years ago because I was excited for her venture) and setting up a communication system-- when to call your child. (I plan to call Princess A from the kitchen to her bedroom often). Why oh why does the parent of a transfer commuter student need to sit through such a seminar?! Princess A was questioning why she needed to attend seminars on how to navigate the university's website and how to be safe on campus (as she waved her mace in a pink container at the campus police officer as he lectured).
While we ate our complimentary lunch (is anything really complimentary...by look of the tuition bill I say no); Princess A and I agreed to bounce. I didn't think we were above the room full of parents and students but when you have done it in one place it feels like repetition. You know same song different tune.
We headed off together to tend to a few lose strings; Princess A with her list of "to do's" and me with the wallet. That's why I came along, to pay for stuff like a parking permit and books....
From the corner of my eye I caught glimpse of a different mascot. This mascot looked like a chicken that had been rolled over by a truck--hardly competiton to Louie the mythical creature that looks like a red lizard. I asked a campus administrator standing there who the chicken was. It was explained that the chicken was a mascot that student life uses to get the student body pumped up to join activities. When I asked why a chicken though, the administrator just shrugged her shoulders. I'm telling you it was like someone went to a mascot recycling center and decided a chicken that looked like it had been run over by a truck seemed like a good idea. Guess we'll see if the matted chicken pecks Princess A to get involved in her new place of higher education.
Then we filled out an evaluation, scored a couple of free university T-shirts (free is never free it's all in the tuition, right?) and bounced.
And so, the period of transition is set to begin.