College freshmen across the country have been transitioning
through the American rite of passage into adulthood – moving from home to
dormitory – for several weeks. Cars are
packed full with far more stuff than can comfortably fit into a shared 14 x 12
residence hall room. Excited students
will finally meet face-to-face, months after virtually getting to know one
another via social networking sites. Parents are panicked – contemplating the
most important final piece of sage advice to share with their daughters and
sons before leaving them at their new home – University Hall , USA .
I embarked on a similar journey last June as I packed a suitcase
full of “college clothes”, assorted kitchen essentials and inexpensive sheets
for an extra long twin bed. But instead
of hugging Mom and Dad goodbye, I boarded a plane in Chattanooga bound for
Buffalo, leaving my husband and two tween daughters for what seemed like an
impossibly long two weeks. Twenty plus years after graduating from college, I
decided to finally begin work on an advanced degree, pursuing a M.S. in
Creative Studies from SUNY Buffalo. The
program is a hybrid which combines summer sessions of intensive, on-campus
classes with academic year online courses; an ideal combination for an educator
who is old enough to be a bit nervous about learning exclusively online. Since I guide high school students and their
parents through the college search process for a living, I thought I had a
pretty good perspective on the transition to college. And I do – for 18 year old girls, but not
necessarily for middle aged moms!
I wasn’t expecting to experience homesickness and
uncertainty. Had I made the right
decision in going back to college? Would
I be able to balance work/school/family?
Could I generate 10-12 pages of original thought to complete not one,
but two papers that conformed to APA style format? The answer to all those questions proved to
be a resounding “yes”, confirmed by the two “A’s” I am proud to share I
earned.
As I begin a new school year, meeting with anxious seniors
who are starting their college applications, I do so with a fresh perspective
and a kindred spirit. I can better understand students’ nervousness about
writing the all important college essay after writing my own “personal
statement”. As I read a text message from my niece who
couldn’t find the admission rep scheduled to meet her at the airport when she
landed 1500 miles from home, I commiserated, remembering searching for my own
driver when I landed in Buffalo
at 11:30 pm. Change - even for those
that welcome it - is still hard and stress is the very real outcome of both
positive and negative life experiences.
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