"He needs bedding... maybe we can supply a fridge if his roommate has a microwave... fret... fret... fret..." I nodded sympathetically, but in my mind, I was thinking, "eh, whatever".
Chaco is attending the local university, and yes, he'll live in the dorm. He's in a suite that houses four students. He and one of his friends make up half of the suiteness. He got his housing information this week and learned the names of the other half of the suiteness.
Chaco and his friend are both pretty tame and happy in their computer nerdness. In fact, with Chaco's upcoming nest-leaving, we are losing our entire household IT department. That's the extent of my fretting.
"They're nerds too."
He learned all of this just from knowing their names.
I've never lived in a dorm. That is one piece of college life I never experienced, from the list that also includes binge drinking, date rape, same-sex experimentation... Silly me, I just studied and graduated. I spent my first two years at a junior college then transferred to a university. Always lived off campus.
I attended a frat party or two and was unimpressed. Rich, good looking people, stupidly drunk. I had a few friends - exactly three, actually - who were sorority girls, but they were rebels. Nope, I never felt I missed out by not living in the dorm, and I was very content to not be in a sorority. It never even occurred to me to try.
So, we're kind of in a transition, but not a big one. I'm glad Chaco chose the local university. It IS a good school, but it's also very close by, so the mom factor is high.
Maybe I'll remind my neighbor that, if we really wanted to, we could go there and spy on them in our spare time.