It gets worse

Now one of my daughter's friends is also dropping out of college -- a great arts school in New York City --also, like my daughter, to be near her friends. These friends have never gone to school, they party all the time, smoke about a pack a day (a habit picked up after high school graduation), and they just generally have no clue. My daugher and her friend were off on a real college adventure, which they were just beginning to be happy with -- until winter break happened. Then, lots of time was spent with these friends,who surely must have talked them into staying. There was a ski accident, and an acquaintance of theirs was killed, and this is the reason given for staying -- to be near friends who know what they are going through. Oh, the drama! How could I be so non-understanding of what they're going through. How about what I am going through? My husband and I put out lots of money for this, not to mention time spent to help her with the move and the adjustment. We saw her on her way to growing up a little, learn about life, and instead -- a backslide to the good old high school days. Of course, she knows she has to find a job, a place to live, and all that goes with growing up. We shall see how things are in a month. Her room, which for the last few months was liveable, is now back to being so loaded with STUFF that I can't even walk in there. I need a trip to the Caribbean! It's so damn cold here.