It's late and I have a 7:00 am meeting tomorrow so I'll keep this short. But I talked with Son 2 this evening. Classes started today. He had the first meeting of his Chemistry class and his Land Management class; one had 300 students, and the other 200. A bit of a change from Durmstrang, which had 96 students in all 4 years.
He also joined the Fencing Club. When they went around the room introducing themselves he discovered that he actually has the most years of fencing behind him, though he's 4 years out of practice. (He fenced from about 7 or 8 through the end of middle school.) Also there's a guy in his dorm who offered to teach him to box. WHAT??? (Dad panics.) Hey, I don't want you getting a concussion! Yeah, yeah, Dad, don't worry. I promise not to get a concussion.
And of course there's nothing I can do about it. Who'd a thunk of boxing as a form of college rebellion?
Meanwhile he has lots of plans to exercise regularly, as a reaction to the heavily fried and potato-based cuisine.
His roommate still hasn't shown up, so he's planning to spread into the other half of the room.
And that -- plus his mailing address -- is what I learned in a quarter hour.
Time for bed. Night-night.
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