So, I got my first homesick missive from DS. He emailed me yesterday after attempting to phone me 5 times.
He is lonely, inept and feels like a ' 5 year old kid'. He won't try anything like cooking bacon, or the washing machine, in case anyone sees him. He doesn't know where anything is. He seems reasonably determined to attempt to cook bacon as he went and bought oil. He is very worked up about washing his t shirts. He had a GAD when he was younger (and an eating disorder) and he still is very anxious so I hope he doesn't get worse. I have discovered nearly all the first year male students are in the cheapest on campus accommodation. We did put this down as a choice but got allocated a nicer place but, in hindsight, he might have been better in the shithole. Food for thought.
He has been texting his friend who is off to a different uni soon. I know this because his mum texted me.
It is very frustrating that I can't just pop up the road and show him how to switch the machine on!
Lectures begin next week and I have sent him step by step instructions on hoe to make pasta (yes, including what a saucepan is and what a colander is!!)
I also probably shouldn't have engaged myself in the latest ' if your child isn't at a RG uni they are thick as pigshit and have no future' thread. on which there is a fellow teacher who is inflaming my anger with her sneering. Shimy innocently wandered on the thread, too! We know what happens when Shimy arrives backpack wars !