Whew!
2.5.09
Sean stopped by my office today for the first time in… months! I’ve been worried about him being homesick — but he seemed fine.
I’ve been worried about how (or worse, whether) he’d navigate the room-selection process for next year (he and his roommate are the only people he knows who are choosing to stay in the res halls, but he figures, why cook and clean and buy groceries and pay bills and battle snarly landlords before he has to?) — but he had done that just minutes before. And he’d snagged the last single in Barnard, which was just what he wanted. And he’d done it online. These kids don’t know how laborious things used to be back in the day (when I lived in Barnard, by the way).
I’ve been worried about him being exhausted during tech week of the show he’s in (it opens tomorrow, and I can’t wait to see it!) — but he seems fine that way also.
Now he’s off to get a haircut, and I suppose I’ll worry about that, too, because the last time, the venerable barber he went to at the barber shop on State Street — you know, the one that’s been there for decades — cut his hair way too short! But he’ll handle it.
The nicest thing about the visit, besides all the good news that he’s taking things in stride, was the double hug I received when I returned to my desk and found him sitting there: a good hug, then an attempt to release on my part, but phase two on his part.
I might have even gotten him excited about doing some frozen-chicken bowling at the upcoming Hoofers Winter Carnival.
I’ve been worried about how (or worse, whether) he’d navigate the room-selection process for next year (he and his roommate are the only people he knows who are choosing to stay in the res halls, but he figures, why cook and clean and buy groceries and pay bills and battle snarly landlords before he has to?) — but he had done that just minutes before. And he’d snagged the last single in Barnard, which was just what he wanted. And he’d done it online. These kids don’t know how laborious things used to be back in the day (when I lived in Barnard, by the way).
I’ve been worried about him being exhausted during tech week of the show he’s in (it opens tomorrow, and I can’t wait to see it!) — but he seems fine that way also.
Now he’s off to get a haircut, and I suppose I’ll worry about that, too, because the last time, the venerable barber he went to at the barber shop on State Street — you know, the one that’s been there for decades — cut his hair way too short! But he’ll handle it.
The nicest thing about the visit, besides all the good news that he’s taking things in stride, was the double hug I received when I returned to my desk and found him sitting there: a good hug, then an attempt to release on my part, but phase two on his part.
I might have even gotten him excited about doing some frozen-chicken bowling at the upcoming Hoofers Winter Carnival.
