Over the past week, I have witnessed some unhappy parents as I wrote about how they should adopt a laissez-faire attitudetoward their children who attend The Citadel, a military college located in Charleston, South Carolina. Now I never said drop them off at Lesesne Gate and never see them again or to not be proud of how much your offspring has accomplished in their years on Earth. Anyone who makes it at The Citadel and makes it out with a diploma and a ring on their fingerhand is going places in life because they went to The Citadel on their own without mommy holding their hand. The majority of the people who commented or personally sent me messages, you are the problem and I will continue to write about the school as I please. I probably should have started with who I am to a lot of the corps and why I do not want this school to crumble because of your overbearing parenting.
I figured I would put some of your dying questions to rest and inform you about my knowledge of The Citadel, so here are some Q&As from yours truly:
Are you a corps whore? Sally port Sally? Or do you go to The Citadel to find a date or hookup?
No, I am not, nor will I ever be one. I have a boyfriend who actually attended the institution in question. That is degrading, how someone’s mother, another woman, would say that is the only reason I go to The Citadel. If someone said that to your daughter, you would have a freak attack and passive aggressively message him or her on Facebook and explain why you are superior to him or her?
OK, so why are you there a lot then?
It is possible to have friends that are of the opposite sex and not date them. I visit there to see them in person because I know it is hard to be locked up all week, and because it is nice to have a conversation face to face versus a device we are all way too connected to. In turn, many of my friends come to my house on the weekend to get away from school, so they can eat, do laundry, and watch movies. In a sense, I am mother goose to a lot of them since their homes are so far away. You’re welcome for helping your child when you aren’t here.
Why did I attend Recognition Day if I am so against it being public?
Well, I was not always against it being public until I witnessed the event for myself, but I had heard from many of my friends, that it is not the same between their brothers and sisters since the parents attend. When I saw the masses of parents swarming the exhausted men and women after the fourth class system was not in effect anymore, I was blown away.
Why aren’t you in your sorority house doing arts and crafts?
Well, you see, that is not what all sororities do these days. Sorry to disappoint. Neither is sleeping around like someone suggested in the first question. We lead separate lives outside of the chapter. I do not need Johnny’s mother telling me where my place is in this world -- that is for me to decide. I will choose where I want to stand and plant my feet firmly, and if that bothers you still then feel free to write another paragraph about me on your personal Facebook page since your backwoods town would love to know more about a college woman challenging your views and hurting your feelings.
Why aren’t you writing about Amish Puppy Mills?
I was not aware of this issue until now and I am strongly against it. Also, that's a strange question to have, but look for an article from me about that soon.
Final thoughts.
I understand some of y’all are paying out of state tuition for your child, but that still does not entitle you to be overbearing. One parent said I was out of date with my lingo saying the helicopter parents have turned into GPS parents because they can now know their child’s every movement. One cadet from the first battalion stated, “…Yeah, my parents know where I am every day Monday through Friday, so this school doesn’t make them worry as much about my whereabouts.”
Why are you so obsessed with your child that you need to know when they are using the bathroom or eating lunch? Leave them alone along with me, the woman who exposed your bad parenting habits, and everyone will have a great day. My mother said, “If you cannot say anything nice don’t say anything at all.” Guess you didn't listen to yours enough growing up.
