How to Survive Your Kid’s First Month at College

I’ve often thought that those first few months of college can be like the first few months after a new baby is born.  The time spent equally as enchanted by this new life as it is tormented by doubts and insecurities and the nagging fear that “this was a terrible mistake.”

The month of college is filled with adjustment for kids and parents

I moved to college in 1984.   Two cars loaded with a footlocker of completely inadequate clothes, a cardboard box of towels and sheets, my electric typewriter, my collection of Broadway cast recordings, a turntable, a Shakespeare collection, and assorted snacks.

My parents had a sedan so my sister and her boyfriend drove most of my stuff in their car, including my prized poster of Mikhail Baryshnikov, which they slid along the passenger side back window.  Riding down the highway from Maine to Massachusetts, my sister’s car kept passing us, and that poster of Baryshnikov’s bedroom eyes seemed to be both reassuring and mocking me the entire way.  I was terrified.  And my parents were utterly failing at putting on a brave face at the thought of their baby leaving the nest.

Upon arrival I found that, while the girls on my hall were nice enough, it was readily apparent that my life as a small town girl on an island in Maine had not prepared me to live amongst kids from Manhattan prep schools, swanky Connecticut suburbs or exotic locales like Hawaii and Puerto Rico.   That first month of college was a mixture of awkward icebreakers, desperate searches for someone to eat meals with, a fairly severe medical emergency I had to navigate on my own, confronting my naiveté about drinking, parties and sex, and repeatedly wondering what I was doing there.

Oh, and PS?  No one else had a Baryshnikov poster.  That alone should have been my first clue I was out of my league. But as the semester and the following four years unfolded I not only survived but even flourished.  However, to say it took time to find my footing would be an understatement.

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Thirty-three years later it was my turn to load up a car, dispense reassuring words of wisdom and try to put on a brave face to mask how much ripping off this particular life Band-Aid was going to hurt.  The day itself was busy enough that I was able to avoid confronting what lay at the end of it. The college ran move-in day like a well-oiled machine, although, (pro-tip # 1, don’t drink a huge cup of coffee on the way because chances are you will wait an hour or more in a car line to get on campus and to the dorm,  and it may make for some uncomfortable moments!)

When we finally pulled up to the dorm, I was instructed to stay in the car while a swarm of volunteers descended on it. I heard my trunk slam and looked back in disbelief to find the car empty. The girl was checking in, her stuff was on its way to her room and I was free to move the car to the upper parking lots.   That drive to the parking lot was surreal and gave me a glimpse of what was to come. I felt untethered by the sudden lightness of the car, the absence not only of the bins and bags, but of the 5’11, 18-year-old they belonged to.

But before I knew it the day had passed in a blur of unpacked sweaters, 3M hanging strips (pro tip #2: buy about 3 times as many of these as you think you will need), light bulbs (ditto) and wrangling power strips in dorm rooms with two electrical outlets built long before its’ occupants came with laptops, phones, microwaves, and Keurigs. (Which leads me to pro tip #3: buy a power strip with an extra-long cord and a pack of extra-long phone charging cords.)

And then it was time for hugs and goodbyes.

Now, I hug my daughter all the time. We’re a demonstrative, touchy family.  But as I encircled her with my arms I did something I don’t think I’ve ever done, I held her head to my shoulder fiercely with one hand as if I could hold back this march of time that would soon pull us in different directions: her to the freshman cookout and me back to my quiet and empty car.

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The semester is well under way now and that warm August day seems a lifetime ago.  This time has been one of learning for both of us. The girl has learned how to navigate a different kind of class schedule, life with a roommate, a new job, professor’s office hours, campus events and the unexpected sadness of a Friday night when its seems like everyone is at a party you didn’t get invited to.

I’ve learned to become accustomed to the strange sterility of a teenage bedroom stripped of the things that made it the coolest spot in the house, lighter grocery lists, the occasional late night “I’m lonely” texts,  endless inquiries about “how the semester is going?” from friends, and the aching absence of my sidekick.

And even though both the girl and I know that everyone carefully curates their social media presence we find ourselves furtively scanning the pages and feeds of her friends from home. Do they look like they all have more friends?  Do they look happier? Do they look homesick?  They seem so busy! So happy! I contrast a friend’s first campus visit to his daughter after which he announced “isn’t it great to see them so happy in their element?” to my first visit to the girl with began and ended with some tears and more than a few “I just miss you” declarations.  Why did it seem so hard?

There’s no easy answer except that, with rare exceptions, it’s hard for everyone. The kids who take off without a backwards look and whose Instagram feeds are full of “squad” hashtags and party photos will hit a rough patch at some point. The kids who take longer to warm up may have a tough first semester but find their stride eventually.  The currents and tides of college friendships and majors and clubs and activities will ebb and flow and take courses none of them can even begin to see right now.  As the first semester charges ahead with more papers, exams, and events it brings us closer to that first winter break and a time to regroup and reconnect.  Until then, I’ll answer the texts,  and send the care packages and rest secure in the knowledge that the second semester will seem like old hat for all of us come January!


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About Katie Collins

Katie Collins is a native Mainer who has called New Hampshire home for the past 30 years. A nonprofit development professional by trade, Katie also has over 25 years of experience in community and professional theater and in 2013 was awarded NH Theater Award for Lead Actress in a Drama or Comedy. She resides in quiet domesticity with her adorable wife, with occasional visits from her talented daughter, a college senior.

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