I dropped off my daughter (she’s the oldest) at college today. It was a weird feeling of being proud, being the sad kind of happy, and being anxious because the United States is full of fucking morons about this virus.
She decided to take what’s probably considered a low class load of four classes. I told her I don’t care how long it takes her to get her degree. College shouldn’t be rushed and full of stress. I want her to enjoy her gradual ease into adulthood and study at a pace that she can maintain. There is no need to rush.
Anyway, I’m proud of her and want her to enjoy learning. But I still have a bit of the sad kind of happy.