For many years, M’s high school has thrown an all-night post-graduation party for the seniors, based on the idea that if kids are partying inside the school with plenty of adult chaperones, they’re not out drinking, driving, and dying in car crashes. M went to the party, and had a good time, and finally got home at 7 the next morning. We were expecting him home around 5:15 since the party ended at 5, but he and some friends decided to go for an early morning hike up to the highest point in town. (I think there’s more to the story that he’s not telling us, but since he came home in one piece and sober, I’m not pushing.)
Various local businesses and organizations donate to help support this party, including contributing raffle items. M was one of 2 grand prize winners! He brought home a laundry basket overflowing with various dorm essentials. There’s a desk lamp and clip-on fan and laundry detergent and whiteboard and stationery and towels and all kinds of useful goodies. I’m psyched, because it’s that much less stuff that we’ll need to run around buying in August.
But we haven’t actually completed a full inventory of the basket. M keeps circling around the basket looking at it, then finally commented it’s a bit intimidating. I think it’s hitting home for him, that going away to college means being responsible for all kinds of things – like soap and laundry detergent – that he’s never had to think about before.
Hopefully he wraps his mind around it soon, so we can get the laundry basket out of the middle of the living room.