Two weeks is about as long as I can go without laying eyes on my college kids. I know that I could survive longer than that, I mean, think of college students living out of state, or children in the armed forces, or children living away long term due to divorce settlements. So I'm not really whining; I'm just sharing that two weeks is when my mother-love heartache starts.
So I enjoyed my oldest college kid being home for Sunday dinner this week. She has a dry sense of humor, a flair for drama, and a healthy dose of sassy in her. I love her personality. The thing about our family is, for all the stuff that is not so enjoyable, we do crack each other up regularly, which appears to be a priority to us. You know, "The family that laughs together stays together." Or "Live together, die alone." OK, that's not really one of our family mottos, but you know, I'm into LOST and everything.
So #1 regales us with college life stories in her own unique way. Sunday she told us about her English prof who is also the sponsor of the English Honor Society.
In order to raise funds for their group, he announced, "I want you to have a bake sale."
"A bake sale!" she says to us. She was thinking, "Why don't we just have a sock hop, quilting bee or USO show?"
She said, "So we all said, 'Can't we just all donate like $5?' And he said, 'No. I want you to bond.'" [imitating his southern accent.]
She went on, "So we said, 'Well, can we come to your house and bake, 'cause we don't really have ovens in our rooms.' And he said, 'No.'"
So they're pretty much up the creek without the ol' Greek paddle. "You must bake; you must bond, you must raise money, but most of all, you must leave me alone."
So we all chuckled at that. And she says in the middle of the story as an aside, "By the way, the name of our honor society? It's Sigma Tau Delta."
She waited a beat for it to sink in with us. "Yeaah. The STD's."