We knew the day was coming. We knew the day would arrive, when
an ultrasound showed us a healthy looking fetus, and confirmed an estimated delivery-day.
There was never a point when we pondered
the possibility that Lane would not attend college. With Northwestern on the
quarter system we actually had an additional 20 plus days, just over 480 hours,
hearing friends tell stories and post pictures of them packing, delivering, and
then tearfully waving goodbye to their child..
All this points to my complete lack of justification for
being caught off-guard by Monday the 15th, or as I refer to it, "Black
Monday." Don't get me wrong, I'm excited that at college, he is going to
learn, grow and make many new friends. Lane just called me and told me about
the courses he has selected, and I'm delighted by the prospect of him getting
to take such an interesting collection of classes. It's just that him heading
off to the dorm qualifies as a major event, and in our home, events are
documented through writing but also at 24 frames per second.
In an ideal world I would have lugged around at least a
tripod (a dolly and track would have been quite pretentious, particularly at a
school with a film department). I also
am trying to force two short movies into one, something that is artistically
flawed, but OK, since the idea was to document the first 24 hours.
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