<p>i highly doubt i'll cry. it will be the happiest and most freeing moment of my life. i think of things very practically. i cry when stuff is sad, but i know statistically that this is the natural path after high school. my parents will probably cry, i'll stand there very uncomfortable and wait for them to leave. sounds kinda cold but yeah.</p>
<p>one thing about it though, I'll miss where I grew up...and the memories (mostly bad, however, still, its life)</p>
<p>I can totally see myself renting someones video camera for a week for like $25 and taking 5 hours of film of all the places, neighborhoods, schools, and houses I grew up in.</p>
<p>Fendergirl: there were some tears (no sobbing) when I graduated... all of my girlfriends were crying. During senior week, there was a slideshow of what had happened in the past few days... that's when the waterworks started.</p>
<p>I actually cried pretty hard the day before I left for law school. I was driving to the train station to pick up my friend, who was sharing a moving truck with me, and started losing it. Very glad that the catharsis came then - when I was down there two days later, I was THRILLED and ready to throw myself into it all. Hell, I was bouncing around the kitchen at 5 am the next morning.</p>
<p>yeah.. it was actually kind of funny, my sister came out the day before graduation to spend the night with me, and my best friend from school (who lived with his twin brother) had two friends out to spend the night too, and i called there at like 1 am and asked him if he wanted to go for a walk with me which he did and in order to leave had to literally step over the people who were sleeping on his floor, waking them all up in the process. i felt so bad. anyway, we wound up staying out most of the night and i was crying most of the time. i just simply didn't want to leave. it had nothing to do with missing college or being afraid of the real world or whatever.. it was just that i loved that area, my friends were, for the most part, staying in that area, and i was coming home to an area where i can't stand and where i have no friends (i pretty much grew apart from everying in high school, and the ones i didn't grow apart from are no longer in this area. and it figured that as soon as i graduated college and came home, that's when my boyfriend left the area for law school). heck, i've been home for a year and I still can't stand it here. that night i realized that my best friend from college and his brother only lived 30 minutes from my home and that helped because it was like i still have a little part from school here with me... i'm actually about to go meet up with them for dinner tonight. (typical friday night event at a pizza resteraunt. I hope REL is reading this. ;) )</p>
<p>My daughter cried. I drove off in my rental car to the airport while she stood in the street crying. It was awful to leave her that way at the time.</p>
<p>Well, three weeks before school started, I got a call from a university--not the one I enrolled in and visited for orientation weekend with my ecstatic parents. The call meant that I got off a waitlist. After a week of deliberating, I decided to bag my dad's alma mater for the more expensive, far-away private school. I had to enlist my dad's mother to get him to agree. My parents agreed to pay for it, but then tried everything to stop me. They told me to find my own ride, which was sort of classic behavior for my parents. They were always throwing up obstacles they thought I couldn't get over.</p>
<p>Can you imagine telling your oldest child--a daughter--to find and pay for her own ride to freshman year in college? Uh yeah...they were furious.</p>
<p>In a bit of Freudian revenge, I left them crying buckets, waving goodbye on the front porch at 4 am in the morning. Right before I jumped in the car, I dashed in the house for one last thing and closed the door behind me. </p>
<p>Whoops! It locked them out! ;)</p>
<p>Postscript: 4 weeks later, my mother flew in to see my new university. She discovered that she is one of those people who cannot bear to have her kittens in an environment she cannot picture in her mind.</p>
<p>Our family isn't very teary--neither hubby nor I nor either of my kids. We didn't cry but we did talk about how things would be different with son away at college & what we should & should NOT do to his room. The night before he moved in, none of us got much sleep in the hotel room (from hell with its paper-thin walls) & only partly due to neighbor's noises. Son is happy in his dorm & we're happy for him. He gave us each a good hug as we left & we were all smiles for him as he begins this new chapter of his life.</p>
<p>My D is excited to go, and I would not be surprised if she doesn't cry and she can't wait for us to finish packing and go. I also will not be surprised is she does tear up. She is independent by nature, but it is an emotional time for all...</p>
<p>Some people are more demonstrative of their emotions & I have never seen it as a sign of weakness to tear a bit during emotional times. I have never been a teary person and am unlikely to being at this point; hubby & kids are similarly just not teary folks.</p>
<p>I dropped my son off yesterday. Neither of us cried but I did have the satisfaction of him not letting me leave easily. I kept saying I had a long drive home and he kept suggesting things I could do like help him set up his computer, get something to eat, unpack. It was a nice feeling. The evening before, he and his GF invited me to a movie and I was treated to small gifts (iced chai put in my hand when I arrived, packets of candy dropped in my bag) plus my hand was held when we climbed steps in the theater and in the dark. Very sweet. No tears thank goodness but real emotion anyway.</p>
<p>I didn't cry, and I don't remember seeing anyone cry, I think we were all just soo excited and wanted to get out and start making friends. I didn't get homesick at all until my parents were leaving from parents weekend. When they started driving away I felt like crying! It's okay to cry and be emtional,but don't let it get in the way of enjoying your first night of FREEDOM (college) lol. I was pretty surpprised I wasn't more upset, because me and my mom are super close (though I DID call her later on that night to lether know I was heading out to a couple of frat parties, just to make her worry... ;-) )</p>
<p>Dropped off D today. Cried on & off over the course of several nights leading up to the actual event. Mostly kept that to myself. Felt those tears all morning until it was time to leave. Cried buckets on the way home. I didn't see her cry though. Her voice just got thick when she told me I'd be okay. I will eventually, but I'll miss her like crazy.</p>
<p>DW broke down today on the phone to D in one of those "we are so happy for you" conversations. I miss her something awful but the contact has been pretty constant (computer problems). I'll probably lose it when the calls stop. Hmmm. Maybe I'll sabotage the computer fix for another day or two. Nah. Gotta face the music sometime.</p>
<p>May -</p>
<p>How I remember my parents leaving me at Rice! It is just so overwhelming when you see all those upperclassmen going crazy and people shouting and hollering. My inner introvert wanted to sink into the ground! But your daughter is going to have a great o-week, and you are so lucky to have had her land in such a great spot. I am terribly sad not to be at Rice this week, and for this semester - but Australia is pretty cool too.</p>
<p>My second without my son, I've just been vegetating and wondering when the cats got so unsocial.</p>
<p>He, on the other hand, went to a pool party where he had to wear someone else's swim trunks and a belt ... and arranged a "book buying" excursion with a girl he knew from high school. I'm told by other moms that they'll come back home and make messes before we know it.</p>
The day I moved in, I wanted to curl up on the floor and sob my heart out. But, I knew my roommate was moving in that day too and I didn’t want his first impression of me to be me crying. It literally took every ounce of strength I had to keep it inside. Then, about 30 minutes after he got there, he said, “I don’t care what you think of me, if you judge me, etc…I can’t hold it in any longer. I’m going to cry.” At that instant we both burst into tears and we cried the rest of the day off and on. More on than off. In my second year of college now and I cried in the car driving back to school from Summer break. And some after I got back. Then later that day, when he got back, we cried together. It’s nice when you’re roommate is also your best friend and you can cry together when you want or need to and not be judged for it.
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