<p>Our drop off story is rather unique. My eldest son just graduated from Emory, and this is about him.</p>
<p>Four weeks before he was to leave for school, my son shattered his ankle and leg in a freak accident. It was a week before the doctors could operated: two rods, three plates and 13 screws. He would not be allowed to bear weight for 4-6 months.</p>
<p>He had met his roommate once or twice in the past, and roommate was enthusiastic about helping him out.</p>
<p>Two weeks before school, roommate also breaks his leg.</p>
<p>The school was wonderful.</p>
<p>They moved the boys to a more convenient room (in the dorm they had chosen, which is not handicap-accessible--but the boys did not want to change dorms. The dorm is being torn down now) and let the boys move in a day early. </p>
<p>Or I should say, let the parents move the boys in a day early. The boys sat in the hallway, each with his leg propped up on an extra chair, while the parents sweated to move things around to the boys' satisfaction. Traffic pattern was paramount for two boys on crutches. Then we had to put away all of the boys' belongings where they could find them and reach them.</p>
<p>The next day, the boys sat in the hallway making friends and getting sympathy while the parents finished up all of the work in the room.</p>
<p>My son couldn't wait to get rid of us--all of his new friends took him out to wherever they went that night, taking turns pushing his wheelchair. Some guys helped him in the shower. The RAs checked in constantly.</p>
<p>When I left two days later, I was still very worried about how he would get along when the novelty wore off. I had all of the usual parental worries, plus this and I didn't sleep at night for weeks.</p>
<p>But the school was great--they provided rides to classes for him (on the security patrol's golf carts, a lot of the time), arranged for him to get the physical therapy he needed, and even changed the location of a class for his convenience. The professors were also wonderful--when a pin became infected and he needed (minor) surgery, each helped him out, and two even visited him in his dorm. The RA moved into his room and slept on an air mattress on the floor. he didn't tell me any of this until it was over because he didn't want me coming down and cramping his independence.</p>