By: Dan Eagan
Freshmen year, school was great. It was the first time I had ever lived away from home, I met a ton of new and interesting people, and really delved into all that Skidmore had to offer. I remember feeling a massive sense of empowerment from this experience to the point where summer vacation seemed to be a daunting and looming obstacle I had to get over before I could return to such utter bliss.
Unfortunately for me, however, I hit the sophomore slump my second year and really had trouble finding the magical mojo I once had. Classes weren’t as interesting, people weren’t as good looking, and the campus wasn’t as fun as it had once seemed to be. By the end of my sophomore year, I knew I couldn’t continue on into my junior year with this growing feeling of complete and total helplessness bordering on despair.
This may sound cliché, but I had truly become a shell of my former self and my college experience seemed to be heading for an early grave. Positive forward motion came when I finally reached out to the college with my troubles and was informed of a program through which you can register your parents from home as therapy parents and have one or both live with you on campus (with approval).
The process was fairly simple, just give the height and weight of your selected parent and have a board of Skidmore administrators confirm that they would both be a positive force for your condition as well as amicable for others to be around. I jumped at this opportunity and immediately registered my dear mother to come to school with me in the fall. She was approved, of course, and my college life has never been stronger or more fulfilling.
I must say, I was a little nervous at first that it might be a tad odd that I had a therapy parent with me at school but in time started to realize just how many other students also had registered parents as well. It’s nothing to be ashamed of and honestly, its the best decision I have ever made. Dinner is on the table at 7 o’clock sharp every night, I always remember to clean my ears and do my homework, and all my friends love to come over and see her. She’s a lovely woman and I don’t even think my father and brother miss her that much.
If anyone else feels like registering a therapy parent to come live at Skidmore would alleviate stresses much like the ones I use to have, I highly recommend doing it. I did and Skidmore has never been better.