Anybody got some?
Here’s one. Prep year we showed up Saturday morning to our sons lacrosse game. We couldn’t spot him on the field or sidelines the whole game. After the game we saw his roommate coming off the field and asked him where our son was. He commented he didn’t know. Turns out he had overslept and missed the game. His roommate got up and left for the field without bothering to try to wake him up (not that it was his responsibility- but still quite normal to do). Obviously they weren’t roommates after prep year.
Arrived exactly at the appointed time at one school for visit/interview. Kid ran inside, I parked the car and followed. Did not realize until I was sitting in on a class and reached down to retrieve a cough drop from my bag… I had forgotten to change out of my driving footwear. Had sat through the parent interview wearing blue fuzzy slippers. D thought it was hilarious (I’m thankful for her sense of humor). They admitted her in spite of me… LOL
@vegas1 Do they ever speak to each other nowadays?
@YoungThriver no! His roommate transferred out of my sons dorm after prep year for a variety of reasons. He and my son could not have been more ill suited as roommates.
Yikes!
I have to admit that oversleeping was one of my and my son’s biggest anxieties in going to BS. He’s a SOUND sleeper, and now at school kids stay up later and are worn out. He asked every single tour guide about this, and I sent him off to school with an alarm clock with a vibrating piece that goes under his mattress (designed for the hard-of-hearing). As it turns out, he is the earlier riser (can’t function without breakfast), and apparently his roommate depends on him to wake up. He only overslept once this year, when he was sick — called me mid-morning in a panic because he had missed two classes, including a quiz. He went straight to the health center and it turned out he had strep, so the nurse was glad he hadn’t gone to class, and the deans excused the absences. However, his roommate also overslept as a result.
This isn’t really intended as a funny BS story though I do find it kind of funny that my son’s only real worry was oversleeping.
@CTMom21 that is kind of funny in the sense that kids can be so different away from us. Mine has slept through her morning alarm every day of her life. One more reason she will be a day student 
What ChoatieKid thought was funny and what we thought was funny did not often align.
@ChoatieMom Can you provide some examples?
Probably not until the statute of limitations runs out.
@ChoatieMom That alone made me holler ?
@vegas1 We have a similar story, but it was an away game. One panicked phone call and an expensive Uber ride later, he juuuuuust made it on time. I’m grateful the coach didn’t ask too many questions about how a kid that was definitely not on the bus 10 minutes earlier had suddenly appeared…
We also had the adventure of missing the bus back home over spring break…sigh. In the midst of navigating his way home (5 hours away), he texts me, “I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t fun!”
Kids, if you’re taking a bus for sports, conferences, or vacation, double check those departure times and locations!
Freshman year, a few months in, one of the girls in my daughter’s grade approached her in front of everyone in the dining hall to ask her why she’s been lying about what state she’s from. This girl is adamant that my daughter is lying about where she’s from. My daughter’s nickname given to her by the upperclassmen is even the state she’s from, as she is the only one from there. She keeps telling her that she’s lying and there is no way she can be from that state and she is now getting mad at everyone else for believing my daughter. She looks at my daughter and says to a room full of girls “She’s lying, there is no possible way she’s from Kansas. Don’t you all know that Kansas is a made up place in the Wizard of Oz!!!” Suffice it to say everyone had a good laugh that day…well, except one girl!
Here is another one. Summer after sophomore year, our son and 5 friends had planned a trip to the Philippines to shoot a documentary on child exploitation. They had planned the trip, raised funds for travel and equipment. They were traveling alone, but would be meeting an assocIate of one of the kids parents there -as one of their friends parents ran a foundation in a remote part of the country. They had all planned to meet up at SFO to travel together to the Philippines. We got a call around midnight from a gate agent at the airport who was refusing to allow these 16 year olds to board an international flight alone until they talked to their parents. We lived in the west coast at the time- but many parents were on EST. It’s funny in hindsight that none of us experienced BS parents had considered it unusual to let your 16 year old travel unaccompanied to such a faraway place- but boy was the gate agent surprised by it. I think it demonstrates the global view many kids and families get by attending a BS.
One evening while having dinner in our dorm apartment, D (who was 4 at the time) pointed to the window and said “Mommy, I just saw X flying”. Indeed she did. Kid had landed outside our dining room, with a broken arm. His explanation: “I wanted to get some fresh air, so I climbed out my window and was studying on the roof.”
Or, how about the time the kids on the second floor decided it was a good idea to launch a rocket… in the hallway.
It’s Saturday, parent’s weekend, freshman year. My son’s adviser, Chuck Warren, meets with us early that morning before a lot of the kids (my son included) were awake. Mr. Warren was a school legend at Thacher from 1968 to 2006. He was the heartbeat of their Outdoor Programs for decades, an incredible horseman, math/science teacher, philosopher, mountaineer and one of the toughest men you can imagine. His group of advisees was known as Warren’s Wranglers. Whatever outdoor activities the other freshmen had, the Wranglers had it x 10. So Chuck decides during our parent conference that he wants my son to demonstrate some of his newly acquired horseback skills and he wants to do it right then and there. Next thing I know we’re walking over to the dorm room and there is my son, sound asleep, face down on the bed. Chuck takes his cowboy boot and nudges him awake. Grumbling at the poke, my son turns over and looks up to see Chuck Warren and his parents staring down, the last three people on earth he wanted to see at that hour, much less together. Honestly, to this day, the look of horror, confusion, and disgust that crossed his face, followed by shock at the idea of an early morning personal horse demonstration, still makes us laugh.
@ThacherParent, oh my goodness, that sounds like a BS student’s anxiety dream! Too funny.