<p>Daugther called this morning to tell me that she couldn't log into her acct to add/drop classes. She said she's been up since 6am, and it was close 10 when she called. I thought she called to vent. But, noooo... She wanted me to log in and do it for her. As an experienced Springsteen concert ticket buyer, I was able to log in to get the required math course for her (I have a much faster internet connection at work). When her friends asked her how she was able to get her course, she didn't want to tell them.</p>
<p>I think this sentence from the e-mail she finally sent sums it up for many freshmen: "I don't want you to be too involved in my life, but at the same time I want to be able to crawl back to mommy." </p>
<p>^^^ That statement sums up dozens of long threads on CC, ha ha!</p>
<p>Reminds me of something my D said when she was about 5. She was "helping" me shovel snow, and she was supposed to do the little walkway to the front porch while I did the driveway. I heard her groaning and whining, so after a while I went over to her and asked, "Do you want me to help you?" She planted her hands on her hips and announced, "I don't WANT your help, but I NEED your help. THAT's my problem!"</p>