Bringing Your Son to School
When I dropped off my son, Christopher, for his freshman year at Fordham University, his sister, Melissa and I helped him move into his room. It was a hot summer day and I was sweating pretty good - unshaven, T-shirt soaked through, and overweight from a summer of deskwork - by the time we had all the boxes in the room. His roommate, already there for a week for ROTC, had stuff all over the room, but was nowhere in sight. We set most existing items on his side to get the room set up for two. Christopher and roommate Dan had talked the previous week to coordinate who would bring what items – refrigerator, TV, printer, etc.
Now that we had all of the stuff up from the car, we raised the bed (hammers are a necessary tool at this time of year) to allow for extra storage. Christopher and Melissa unpacked several boxes and began putting things away. I was doing box breakdown and runs to the dumpster. When they got to the box of folded shirts, Melissa sat on the bed unfolding them and handed them one at a time to Christopher behind the closet door, who was putting them on hangers and then away.
Just at this time, Dan came in the room in his Navy dress whites with his mother in tow, me in the middle of the room, Melissa hidden by boxes, Christopher behind the closet door. I stuck out my hand and said, “Dan? Hi, I’m Chris King, your roommate. We spoke on the phone last week.”
Shaking my hand with a quivering voice, he said,” Oh, hi. It’s nice to meet you.” He was giving me an incredulous look, staring at a middle aged, sweaty man in the middle of his college dorm room.
His mom said, “Hello,” shaking my hand weakly and giving me a good looking over.
“I’m only kidding,” I said. “I’m the Dad. This is Christopher and his sister, Melissa,” opening the closet door the rest of the way.
“I thought your beard was kind of heavy,” replied Dan’s mom.
Dan and Christopher seemed to get on very well for both semesters and even picked up an informal 3rd roommate, Drew, during the course of the year due to issues surrounding Drew’s roommate. However, I’m still waiting for Dan to get me back on that first greeting.
Now that we had all of the stuff up from the car, we raised the bed (hammers are a necessary tool at this time of year) to allow for extra storage. Christopher and Melissa unpacked several boxes and began putting things away. I was doing box breakdown and runs to the dumpster. When they got to the box of folded shirts, Melissa sat on the bed unfolding them and handed them one at a time to Christopher behind the closet door, who was putting them on hangers and then away.
Just at this time, Dan came in the room in his Navy dress whites with his mother in tow, me in the middle of the room, Melissa hidden by boxes, Christopher behind the closet door. I stuck out my hand and said, “Dan? Hi, I’m Chris King, your roommate. We spoke on the phone last week.”
Shaking my hand with a quivering voice, he said,” Oh, hi. It’s nice to meet you.” He was giving me an incredulous look, staring at a middle aged, sweaty man in the middle of his college dorm room.
His mom said, “Hello,” shaking my hand weakly and giving me a good looking over.
“I’m only kidding,” I said. “I’m the Dad. This is Christopher and his sister, Melissa,” opening the closet door the rest of the way.
“I thought your beard was kind of heavy,” replied Dan’s mom.
Dan and Christopher seemed to get on very well for both semesters and even picked up an informal 3rd roommate, Drew, during the course of the year due to issues surrounding Drew’s roommate. However, I’m still waiting for Dan to get me back on that first greeting.
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