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Moms and Pops on the Heights: Parents’ Weekend in Review

As we come out of the food comas that have been affecting us for the past few days, as our rooms return to the ordered chaos that they were before the weekend, and as we slowly edge back into a schedule that is more filled with class than dinners in the North End, it’s safe to say that Parents’ Weekend 2014 was a success.

IMG_0003_2I’m not saying that everything about the weekend went exactly according to plan. Obviously losing at football for the third year running is not a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon. It also wasn’t a power move that summer decided to come back in full force just over the weekend. Plus no one likes having their lives picked apart over the course of three days. But when you look at all the positives that happened, all the memories that were made, it’s easy to look back on the past couple of days with a smile.

Now I am not a big fan of naming this special weekend Parents’ Weekend. I am the first to acknowledge the huge sacrifice that my mother has made in getting me to where I am, as well as keeping me here, and for that I will be eternally grateful. But on the flip side, the hard work and support of countless aunts, uncles, siblings, family friends, and others who in a large or small way contributed to my BC experience thus far is not highlighted or addressed. Family Weekend has a nicer ring to it, and is more inclusive towards those who make a difference in our lives. I’ll have to shoot Father Leahy an email about it and see what he says. Anyway, back to the weekend.

Now I’m from California, and being from California creates a huge pain when it comes to travelling long distances. Me coming back for school is a huge ordeal, and don’t even get me started on what it was like moving in last year. Because of this, family doesn’t visit often, and I was orphaned last year. It was due to the kindness of my roommate’s parents that I was able to get a good meal and avoid the hit-or-miss adventure that is the dining halls.

But this year, someone dared to make the journey, that someone being my sister. So when I got a call Friday morning from her as she attempted to traverse the T from the airport to me, I was equal parts excited, sleepy, and hungover. But lo and behold, the girl from California did it. Siblings’ Weekend 2014 had officially begun!

IMG_0066My sister and I have a 13-year gap between us, so oftentimes it feels like she is just another adult in my life, helping to guide me and serving as a watchful enthusiast as I attempt to do college right. But this weekend rolled back the years, and it felt like we were the same age. Two teenagers on vacation together, walking around a city that offered history, leaves that changed colors, and most of all a sense of welcoming. I think that was the thing that blew her away the most, how friendly everyone was. And even if I was only getting 6 hours of sleep at a time, it was totally worth it to see her smiling and enjoying herself.

As Siblings’ Weekend 2014 came to an end, it was clear to me that a new bond had developed between us. As we raced to the airport, and as she boarded her flight with 12 minutes to spare, I knew that we had grown together over this weekend. I will always be the baby brother, the younger sibling who will be made fun of and teased. And she will always be my big sister, the person who I am supposed to annoy and badger like no other.

But we are equals now, adults who are committed to each other through the bad times. But that doesn’t mean we can no longer be kids, wandering around a city all day, eating, shopping, arguing with street vendors, or trying to scalp tickets to a baseball game. And I think knowing that we can be both is the greatest gift I could have gotten from Parents’ (Siblings’) Weekend.


One Comment

  1. The Colonel

    What used to make me grind the caps off my teeth was the frustration that BC, and its downmarket rival up Commonwealth Avenue would have parents’ weekends AND GRADUATIONS on the exact same weekend, thereby ensuring that accommodations would treble or quadruple in price and be hard to find as well. With a tiny dose of consideration one would think that a simple phone call Dean-to-Dean or Pooh-Bah-to-Pooh-Bah would obviate this further imposition on the finances of those already strained by tuition and lodging costs. But I suppose expecting that sort of courtesy from educational mandarins is about as likely as expecting honesty and candour fro politicians.

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