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		<title>Letters for my son: One day &#8217;til college</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;re here; the day before the boy leaves for college. Some of you have called, written or e-mailed to say you&#8217;ve enjoyed this series and hey, where did you go? Why did you bag it when you were just getting &#8230; <a href="http://www.stlworkingmom.com/2008/08/18/letters-for-my-son-one-day-til-college/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re here; the day before the boy leaves for college. Some of you have called, written or e-mailed to say you&#8217;ve enjoyed this series and hey, where did you go? Why did you bag it when you were just getting to the bitter end? Well, we&#8217;re here. The last several days the concept of &#8220;gone&#8221; has become much more real; and I&#8217;ve grown quiet, reflective.</p>
<p>To my rescue came two guest posters &#8212; G. Mehlhose and J. Varsoke. G-man is a guy who was integral to our overall freshman year experience. J. is a guy I only wish I&#8217;d known since freshman year (although we met many years after college, he certainly has the status of college friend in our realm).</p>
<p>G-man&#8217;s advice came in a box filled with energy drinks, Ramen noodles and a few bucks for ordering late-night pizza. G. wrote:</p>
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<li>Always do your homework</li>
<li>Always go to class</li>
<li>If possible, never take a 7:40am class. If you get stuck in an early class, go to class</li>
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<p>He also mentioned, &#8220;Hydration is important so please consume lots of water.&#8221; Good advice for anyone.</p>
<p>From J., the following:</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Practical Advice to Freshmen, Class of 2012</span></strong><strong>:</strong></p>
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<li> <strong>Girls</strong> &#8211; don&#8217;t be a nice guy.  Actually, be kind of a jerk.  Unless she&#8217;s ugly, or you have no future romantic or sexual plans with this girl, then go ahead, be a gentleman.  Otherwise you just locked yourself out of anything beyond friend status.  No, I don&#8217;t know why this works the way it does.  Play your cards close to your chest.  Ignore their probing emotional questions.  Don&#8217;t talk about how your first dog was taken to a farm when you were eight.  Don&#8217;t offer to carry their mini-fridge up three flights.  Don&#8217;t console.  Keep them anxious about whether you like them.  Frustration is the best bait.  If the girl is marriage worthy (you&#8217;ll know) tone down the jerk thing &#8211; that can come back to bite you.</li>
<li> <strong>Studying</strong> &#8211; the women&#8217;s dorm is a good place to study all night . . . unless you actually have work to get done.</li>
<li> <strong>Freshman year</strong> &#8211; until cliques are established you will have lots of friends whom you&#8217;ll never talk to again after Freshman year.  Just keep that in mind when the &#8220;most embarrassing moment&#8221; question comes around.</li>
<li> <strong>Roommates</strong> &#8211; work out a code.  Sock on the door-handle doesn&#8217;t cut it.  Don&#8217;t be passive aggressive.  Don&#8217;t let him be passive aggressive.  Be men; settle your problems.  Don&#8217;t go after the same girl.  Bring headphones.</li>
<li> <strong>Parents</strong> &#8211; it&#8217;s about negotiation. You want freedom; your parents want you to nail this critical part of your life.  And here&#8217;s the hint: better your grades the stronger your position.  Bring home straight As and you could set the house on fire but still leave a smile on your old-man&#8217;s face.</li>
<li> <strong>Money</strong> &#8211; lots of ways to solve this on campus.  Iron shirts a buck each.  Burn a girl&#8217;s LedZep bootleg CDs to mp3.  But asking for a hand-out from Mom and Dad erodes your position as responsible (read: trusted to do whatever the hell he wants) &#8211; grand-parents on the other hand have deep-pockets and no strings.</li>
<li> <strong>Grades</strong> &#8211; this is the last time in your life that when you work hard it will be directly for your own benefit.  After 2012 you&#8217;ll likely work hard for someone else&#8217;s. </li>
<li> <strong>Grades 2</strong> &#8211; the harder you work now, the easier you&#8217;ll have to work for the rest of your life.  Rumor has it <em>summa cum laude</em> translates to &#8220;goof off until retirement.&#8221;</li>
<li> <strong>Cultures</strong> &#8211; eat with the foreigners.  Find where they hide in the cafeteria and join them once a week.  Then squirrel money away for when Raj invites you to stay in his father&#8217;s palace over winter break.</li>
<li> <strong>Dating</strong> &#8211; Freshman girls are looking for confident status symbols who can show them around.  Upperclassmen are looking for easy pickings.  This means you&#8217;re SOL until sophomore year.  BTW: dating high school girls will brand you for life.  Sorry, that&#8217;s just how it is.</li>
<li> <strong>Girlfriend back home</strong> &#8211; take a break.  Cuddling with a telephone and a drunk co-ed are two very different experiences.  If you get back together after Spring finals, it was meant to be.  BTW: no need to tell campus that you&#8217;re a free-agent (see <strong>Girls</strong>).</li>
<li> <strong>Limits</strong> &#8211; challenge them.  Challenge your beliefs.  Challenge old ideas.  It&#8217;s the only way to make sure you&#8217;ve got the right ones.</li>
<li> <strong>Phone home</strong> &#8211; just to say hey. Moms eat that stuff up.</li>
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<p> &#8211; J. Varsoke</p>
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<p>Good stuff, guys. Tomorrow is the big day.</p>
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