Getting to College

Let's start at the beginning.

The drive was tolerable. The conversations were typical...how bad John Kerry is, the price of gas/diesel, and of course, Keith and his future homeschooling adventures.

When we got to Princeton, everything went off without a hitch: sign in, check in, etc. However, eating at the dining hall with the folks was very amusing. The old man ate a turkey and swiss on wheat, half a grapefruit, some cantaloupe, a helping of rigatoni, and some scrambled eggs. Mom had a dinky salad, a cup of soup, and a (singular) curly fry. Jan was refreshingly normal, having a cheeseburger off the grill and (plural) curly fries.

After that, when we were walking through campus, Mom says (loudly, of course), "THERE WERE BAD WORDS ETCHED ON CINDI'S FOOD TRAY!" It felt like everyone on campus was staring directly at us. Great.

We went to the book store because Dad and Jan wanted Princeton shirts, and Mom complained that they didn't have any "Princeton Parent" shirts, declaring that she would have to make her own. That should be amusing for the town of Corry.

Later, for some reason, Dad and I went back to the book store, leaving Mom and Jan in my room. At this point, we hadn't met my roommate yet. We said jokingly that she'd probably walk in while we were gone, wondering who these two old ladies were....and she did. As a side note, upon our return, Jan had already made my bed. Good thing we came in when we did, or she would have had me all unpacked.

Soon afterward, however, they got out of our hair, and everything's been going fine so far.