|Yes, the Lawrence campus is this pretty.|
That aside, my girl is settling in beautifully. She has become friends with some charming young women (I wrote girls, but then remembered to delete. My daughter might read this.). I know I wasn't that poised at age 18. She enjoys her classes, although she admits that the expectations are very high. She is even juggling a number of on-campus jobs. Would I have ever had the nerve to accept a job as a telemarketer??? "But Mom, I get to wear a headset!" What a geek.
|Not Jo, but what she might feel like after 5 hours of calls.|
Yikes, these late teens sleep a lot, and now with no parents to dictate, micro-manage, and scold, they sleep even more. Granted I am sure that they aren't ready for bed by 10, but I wonder if some see the sun during the week-ends. Did I spend a good portion of my week-ends in dreamland? I don't remember it, but if Mom were still alive, she might enlighten me. I do seem to have a vague recollection of eating breakfast at 3 in the afternoon.
|David Hasselhoff as Snapper Foster--memories!|
I'd even jog so I wouldn't miss his pretty face.
|As Prairie Eydie would say, "Yummers."|
|If this guy would have been sleeping|
in that lounge, Jo would have been
coming home with Mommy.
I didn't look too hard for the sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Ignorance is bliss. I am sure all the darling co-eds I met only think virginal thoughts. The students of Lawrence are obviously operating on a much higher plane of intellectual enlightenment than the UW-EC Class of 1979. And if they're not, I don't want to know about it. I don't sleep much past 5 am, and I want to enjoy the few hours I do get.