<p>This is actually a call my parents received about me when I was a junior in college. They received
a call from the FBI saying that calls from their house were going to someone they suspected was a major drug dealer. Being of the appropriate age I was the reasonable suspect. I was a little freaked out when they called me in to be questioned. It turns out my little brother (about 12 at the time) was friends with his little brother. He was calling his friend and my parents didn’t know the last name. They were a bit suspicious of their eldest son for a couple of hours as they were not to contact me until they had questioned me.</p>
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<p>That was so sad. The adult son of one of my UT-Austin engineering profs had come back to campus to help build the bonfire. He was one of the casualties. </p>
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<p>They let you go to the FBI for questioning without a lawyer??? No way would I throw my kids under the bus like that. </p>
<p>My parents used to tell us that if we ever got arrested they would come visit us in jail, but would not bail us out or pay for a lawyer. The point was if we were old enough to break the law, we were old enough to deal with the consequences. Somehow, they never got tested on that. I think my dad would have held firm, not sure about my mother. But even they wouldn’t have stayed quiet knowing the FBI suspected me of drug dealing.</p>
<p>My D waited until she saw us face to face and said, I was hit by a campus security car yesterday but I’m ok and my bike is mostly ok. </p>
<p>S called me, “Mom, I’m ok, but what is our insurance number for our car?”
Me “is that a siren I’m hearing”
S “Yes, but no one was hurt.”
The motorcycle he hit when failing to yield was brand new and totaled, but thankfully no one was hurt!</p>
<p>I would hide almost everything from my parents, even though we spoke almost daily. Like when I forgot to tell them a guy moved in with me sophomore year.
“How are things?”
“Fine.”
“Anything happening?”
“No.”</p>
<p>rhandco, are you my DD?</p>
<p>Yea, our D has a room in a house. The other two rooms in the house are rented to older (nonromantic) men. Her prior room mates were all female. </p>
<p>LOL, I don’t think I’m your DD. Good news is, my “roomie” is outside shoveling snow as we speak, so much for college flings (25+ years).</p>
<p>DD: 1am her time, sobbing: How do I know for sure if my elbow is dislocated? I can’t move it and it’s all swollen."
Me: Call the campus emergency number and get to the ER.<br>
DD: Are you sure? Can’t I just ice it? (It was shattered from a fall on ice & required surgery & pinning)</p>
<p>But, that’s not the scariest one:
DD: Mom, I was at the finish line of th Boston Marathon but we left just before the bombs went off but I don’t know if all my friends are safe.</p>
<p>Or:
DD: Mom, an officer was just killed on campus and I’m 2 building away and we’re in lock-down. We’re hiding because they don’t know if the shooter is in any of the connected buildings or not. (They were escorted back to dorms by campus police after 3 hours in lock-down)</p>
<p>Back in the Dark Ages a call I made to my brother- " Can you come pick me up at the rest stop on the Parkway & drive my buddy & me back to school?"
Brother: " OK - where did you go and where are you coming from".
Me: " Whale watching & camping on The Cape".
Brother : “Huh?”
Me: " I’ll be at the rest stop at 1:30."
Brother: “See you around 2 you woke me”.</p>
<p>I called my folks at some ungodly hour in London because I had just read a letter from my mom that they were staying in a Y in London. Scared them to death and shocked me as to why they would be in London and why at a Y. </p>
<p>Got a call from niece and D in Taiwan, very irked because they had no idea where S was (the three of them were on a one month tour together). I wasn’t particularly concerned and sure enough shortly later got an email that he had turned up and all was well. (He had slipped out to visit the town with some new friends and was shocked that he had been missed!)</p>
<p>In Rome with my husband. Got a cell phone call from one of the kids who was driving another to a basketball practice. “Do I turn right or left on 120th?” They’d forgotten the “only call if there’s blood” guidelines. </p>
<p>Woken up by a TEXT in the middle of the night from one of our college kids casually asking what should be done about a MIP citation received weeks earlier that we knew nothing about - one that already had a court date scheduled for TWO days away. </p>
<p>Yep, my sibs and I always told our folks everything was “fine.” That included the time I was in the infirmary with food poisoning and the time I was in the infirmary with mono, getting ready to fly to snowy Michigan for the holidays and had incompletes because the infirmary wouldn’t release me to take any of my exams with the mono. My folks didn’t find out about these issues until years and years later.</p>
<p>My S did call once and say, “I’m in LA and was rear-ended in my rental car. I now have a headache. What should I do?”
I encouraged him to go to his MDs that he knew in LA (where he had graduated from college).<br>
He said, “Nah, I think I’ll just go to urgent care, since it’s right near my hotel.” That’s what he did and it was OK.</p>
<p>A few months later, “Mom, I rear-ended a car. What do I do?”
Me: Exchange insurance info.
S: “What insurance? I think it lapsed.”</p>
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<p>Reminds me of the time I was in college and the doctor at the infirmary put me in the hospital with a suspected blood clot due to BC pills. Luckily I didn’t have a clot after all, and luckily my parents never found out. (At least as far as I know.)</p>
<p>Son, 17, visiting a college far away for first time for a “come see the campus” weekend. Had to fly one day earlier due to distance and stay off campus first night. Didn’t yet own a smart phone so was packing archaic flip phone. Calls me “Mom, I’m lost in xx-city. I went the wrong direction on the bus and I don’t know where I am” Well, neither do I son. Several calls to campus and city police we did get him on the right bus after 2 hours and he only missed an hour of the “welcome presentation” Mom immediately buys smart phone for son.</p>
<p>Same son: Sophomore year : Mom I didn’t want to tell you this but I broke my foot skateboarding the day before class and had to go to hospital. I figured you would be getting a bill.</p>
<p>4 weeks of wearing a boot. </p>
<p>He gave up skateboarding and says he did learn how to manage ER and downtown doctor visits (with one good foot)</p>
<p>Same son, next week: I burned my hand really bad making bacon but it’s OK. My neighbors had first aid kit. Son gives up cooking bacon.</p>
<p>I texted my mom something that made her flip out. That mall shooting that happened recently? I was at the bus stop when it happened, waiting to get home from school. I texted her “Mom, there’s been a shooting at the mall but I’m fine but they haven’t caught the shooter yet. Pray for me pls.” Needless to say, she picked me up.</p>
<p>This is a humorous thread!
Freshman year, son went on a snow board trip (college is 430 miles away)
Husband gets the call from a bar, son went into a hot tub with IPhone, roomate is at hospital with concussion (didn’t wear a helmet while going over a jump), and kid that drove lost his keys in the snow.
Luckily concussion kids parents lived 2 hours away and went to get them.
That was just the first semester…</p>
<p>A friend of mine takes part in something called LARPing, which, in his case, involves medieval apparel, fake swords, imitation shields, and being out in the woods.</p>
<p>Sophomore year, he calls up his parents from his college halfway across the country. </p>
<p>“I tripped while I was LARPing, punched out a lens in my glasses and can’t find it, and broke my nose on a shield.”</p>
<p>There are problems you expect your kid to have at college, and then there’s this. </p>