Friday, September 1, 2017

Brown University - That Time of Year


The decision: arrive early or enjoy the last weekend of summer?

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  1. September 1st in Boston, also known as Move In Day - that most hallowed of days, when someone slams a box truck into a bridge on Storrow Drive.

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    1. Grew up in Boston. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    2. LOL, friends just left for Boston this past week--she will be teaching Korean at MIT. I worried about their ability to find an apartment, but they found somewhere and move in yesterday.

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    3. TOO TRUE!!! :D

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  2. Arrive early, sort of! When we had one child in college it was easier! Having children at different schools is logistically pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Coordinate with parents of school friends - have peace of mind to see everyone settled, anchored in the buddy system & ready to start the school year. We like to check out town & gown activities - quite fun. Brings back a lot of fond memories. In my student days, I used to attend Emmanuel Church in Boston every Sunday for service and to listen to the Bach Cantatas - okay, maybe the other way around ;) - it's still going strong!

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  3. Feel your pain. We are here in the Five College area.

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  4. I try to improve my son's move-in each year by learning from the problems I encountered last time. This year I remembered bungie cords to tie down storage bins to the moving cart. Made move-in much easier: no more spilled cart while trying to navigate through small doorways, confused students, anxious parents, and general stand-arounds. Maybe by senior year we will have the ultimate move-in system down. I hope by the time my daughter is ready for college Move-In day will have transitioned from a time of chaos and anxiety to one of wistful recollection and fond memories. Happy Fall--a little early.

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    1. When I dropped off my oldest daughter she shooed me out and got herself set up. She'd wanted to live in NYC since she was fifteen. She's still lives there and is thriving.

      When I took my second daughter to her college she was more tentative. I helped her set up before her roommate arrived, late and utterly chaotic. When I left them, in a pouring rain late at night, I burst into tears and had to pull over. Very emotional leaving your 'baby girl' on her own when all is new for her. (She made a happy success of her life, has traveled the world , married for ten years with two children now, lives in the stunningly beautiful Pacific Northwest. We'll see them for Christmas. )

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  5. I've never gotten over the shock of arriving at Brown for graduate school. So different from Berkeley. Professors reading from prewritten and preread lectures; students sitting precisely in their seats, taking notes, never speaking out.

    There was a sandwich shop there then that sold a turkey and ham sandwich with Shedd's AND cranberry sauce. I thought I was in Heaven.

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  6. Wandered both Yale and Brown campuses during the past week soaking in the atmosphere.

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  7. I moved into my dorm room three weeks before classes started. Definitely against any official protocol. But years of boarding school life taught me to 'never take no for an answer' when confronted with 'negotiable' policies. It absolutely proved valuable at college.

    My home was twenty minutes outside of Cambridge so it was a breeze to make such a move.

    I introduced myself to the dorm super, helped him with a few jobs opening up the dorm, shared a few beers at the end of a hot day and joined him for a Red Sox game. The next day he helped me carry my stuff to the third floor suite.

    I commandeered the single room (the two others had bunk beds), set up my desk, bookshelf and stereo, made the bed, threw out a rug, put up shades and drove down to Cape Cod's outer beaches for the last of a quiet, warm September.

    The roommates were none too pleased when I only showed up the first day of classes, having skipped the orientation business.

    We settled on the idea of flipping coins to switch rooms at mid-year... but it never happened. We all were soon getting along well.

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  8. In my area, we've got 4 pretty/somewhat famous colleges, and there is a large community college not far from our house. It's fun to see vehicles loaded with student paraphernalia that you just know are destined for one of these learning institutions. --Holly in PA

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  9. Having attended school within half-an-hour from the town where the family boat was slipped, the decision was easy - move the essentials in early, then stay on the boat to enjoy the last weekend of summer and drive-in for class directly from the boat.

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  10. Although neither went to Brown, moving into a dorm was an eye opener, since I never lived in a dorm myself. There were pickup trucks there fully loaded with basic survival gear for on-campus living. But both hated living in dorms and both finally graduated from a local university named after their Great-great-great-great grandfather, of which I am rather proud, even if that's my wife's side of the family.

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