Freshmen may still have the mentality that they’re growing up and don’t need their parents, but let’s face it, sophomores, juniors, and seniors are all like:
And if you hear your parents won’t be able to make it to Parents Weekend, since you’re from the other side of the country (or the world) you tell yourself you’ll get through.
On Friday, your parents might ask to attend classes with you, which you’ll find very exciting! How great it is to share your classroom experiences with them!
But you’ll choose to respond like this:
But they’ll inevitably insist, especially since they want to know all about the education they’re paying for.
After classes, your mom will probably ask about the food at school, especially if you live off campus. She’ll ask what you have been eating and whether you have been eating healthily…forcing you to admit that you may or may not have gone to Late Night that past week.
Your mom, appalled, will proceed to cook up a storm in your kitchen (if you have one), and make you meals for the rest of the semester, after she horrifyingly discovered your grocery shopping lists consist of ramen and cookies.
You can forget about going out Friday night too…unless it’s with your parents to the Pops! On the Heights Concert!
Then Saturday, it’s tailgating and enjoying the football game.
The burgers are on the grill, boys are playing catch, and everyone’s offering you a beer, and you’re like:
After the game, your parents ask if you have plans for the evening. Your response is something like this, to avoid telling them about the Mod party you and your friends are hitting that night.
Sunday. The last day of Parents’ Weekend. You and your family go out for brunch, and your parents tell you how proud they are of your accomplishments.
You’re still recovering from last night’s rager, so you feel a lot like this.
And there’s one thing they want to know: “Honey, have you met any nice boys/girls?”
You start discussing academics, and when they ask how the semester’s going, you’ll tell them you’re doing pretty solidly in all your classes, even though that’s not at all the reality.
When they leave after brunch, you know that you’ll miss them, and can’t wait to see them at Thanksgiving.
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