Gigi and I went up to check in on Maria yesterday–brought up her memory foam, some diet soda, and various other supplies that had been left behind in the initial move-in. Happily, her ankle had mended enough that we and some of her friends could help her move back to her fourth-floor room. Those and other friends we’ve met on that and other visits prompts my question:
What is with these kids?
That is, why/how is it that they are so poised, (for the most part) well-dressed and just extremely nice? I can’t help comparing my own rather moody and anti-social college self, which I don’t think was too far out of the mainstream at the time. Yesterday, we were sitting in the Calhoun dining hall (under a portrait of the great slavery defender himself) and I happened to make eye contact with, and smile a hello to, one of Maria’s roommates from last year. If it had been me thirty-five years ago, I would have grudgingly nodded to the middle-aged guy and then returned my attention to my burger and copy of the Sporting News. This young lady walked over to our table, greeted us, commiserated about Maria’s accident, asked some appropriately personal questions, then went back to her table after an appropriate ninety seconds or so.
It wasn’t just her–it was like that all day long. The other thing is that they’re so nice to each other—always looking sincerely delighted to see the other person, hugging, being supportive, going “awww” at the recounting of good news, and so on. Need I say, it was not like this back in the day.
If anybody has an insight as to how things got to this pass, I would like to hear about it.