Once upon a time, three children from San Francisco all named for kings (William, Frederick and Henry) -went far from home and lived to tell the tale.
Between them, they joined several JV teams; one varsity team; earned some As, some Bs; and one unpublished Spanish award.
Then their mothers came to take them home.
Anyway the entire student body stays up all night last night for a PEA tradition where the kids in each dorm sit together while the seniors reminisce about each other. F listened to each and every shenanigan until 4 30 a.m. when they went en masse (the entire school) to dunkin donuts.
(Ahh the pageantry.) He and one of his friends thought the stories were so amazing that they worried when they got to be seniors, they would have nothing to tell. So they resolved to ask for advice., i.e. Tips on shenanigans. (Just what I need.)
The seniors also attempted to impart wisdom to the younger kids; and it turns out each senior said a version of the same thing:
Go make a lot of friends, and take very good care of them.
No mention of calculus or Plutarch or Harvard. No mention of lacrosse or footnotes.
Just Love your friends and jump into the river with them occasionally. Every boarding school has this ethos I think. Something about the bonding in the trenches is unlike any other bonding.
By the way, when I was living in Italy, I took the train to Rome from Milan often 😇 ; and on one trip I witnessed a pair of hovering Italian parents putting a blanket over their grown child while he slept.
And that is what I am doing right now.
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