The mere sound of rotors in the distance sent me screaming away when I was a kid, which allergic reaction hasn’t changed one bit. There is nothing I like about helicopter parenting, that includes the parents and the outcomes that almost always result. Did I want to know how my son was doing at boarding school? Was he happy? Was he focused? Was he giving back? Was he doing well or poorly? Of course! So I eagerly attended parent/teacher discussions, adviser discussion, read reports that were sent etc. and listened carefully to those rare moments of feedback from the boy himself. Except for one epic moment of stupidity when he caught got in flagrante delicto with a girlfriend, I always avoided “getting all up in the school’s grill (or my son’s)” as the boarding school experience unfolded.
I got “authoritative” on that quiz.