We Get Students…

I got a call the other day from a woman in another country. Speaking in bad English, she implored me to release her son. That’s how she said it, release him. As though I had the young man in prison or something.

I went to check into the issue and learned the student had been with us for all of 2o days. He was homesick and had his mother call me!

He spoke with a couple of members of the faculty who convinced him to give his trip to the island a go for another month.

I just couldn’t believe the call from the mother. Did she thing I was preventing him from leaving? Did she think I had him locked up somehow? Did she think I monitor the airport? Maybe she thought I had his passport locked up in my office.

He could have just gone to the airport and boarded a plane and left. God knows I’ve thought about it a couple of times. I wouldn’t know he left the island until one of his house mates told us.

The faculty members who talked to this kid did not want to bring him to my office. He’s 24 or 25 years old. The faculty were worried that I would have worn his ass out for being a quitter. I don’t know that I would have been that hard on him, but I would have really made him think about the long term ramifications of his decision.

I know people who have quit things before they’ve failed. Failure is honorable. Quitting, not so much.

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