So, they are on their own and yet they are not. You worry about where they are at 2am on a Sunday morning and yet you don’t. You wanna know if they have an assignment that is overdue but you know there is no upside in asking. You see a picture posted on your blog and you wanna believe that she has not befriended the crackhead down the street but then again, that picture.
College freshman are scary. All pretense that you are in control is stripped away. They just do whatever and whenever and you hope and pray that the whatever involves their assignments and their whenevers involves meeting deadlines.
Early on in the semester, I’d reach out to Scout. How’s it going? A lot of work? And she’d tell me. And anything she told me scared me. The more I knew the more I worried.
And so now I’m phobic. I’m afraid to ask her how she is doing. She might tell me.
Who knows? I might find out that instead of writing a term paper she is scouring a website that includes an alphabetized list of phobias. I might learn that instead of studying, she is stuffing her roommate into a suitcase.
OK, well maybe I’m not afraid of all college freshman. Just Scout. I’m Scoutphobic.
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