“Monsters University” – Helping to Promote Higher Education

My five-year-old daughter is obsessed with college.  She can’t wait to go.  I’m partly blaming Mike and Sully and the rest of the Monsters University crew, partly blaming my niece, Brittany.  My niece is going to college here in Arizona and she and my sisters came to town last weekend so we could all be with Brittany while she attended her college orientation.

Monsters University

While they were here, we took Ella to see “Monsters University.” It is cute and funny and everything you expect from Disney and Pixar.  If you have been following my blog, you know the anxiety that accompanies Ella with every trip to the movie theater.  It is getting much better, but she’s still nervous of the unknown, and I never know what is going to set her off.

At one point, I thought we were going to have to leave when while in scaring class, Mike and Sully are presented with a scenario.  They must each give their answer as to what the best method of scaring the victim would be.  Who is the victim?  A five-year-old blonde girl scared of spiders and Santa Claus.  In other words, they just described Ella.  And yes, she was scared of Sully and his roar.

I have to admit, I was creeped out by Dean Hardscrabble.  She, with her nose-less face and millipede body, just seems to show up and swoop down out of nowhere.  Let’s hope the Dean of Brittany’s college is less scary.  And has a nose.

So, Ella was a little scared of “Monsters University,” but she powered through.  The thing that made a lasting impression on her was how amazing college is.  Fast forward two days and we’re on a real college campus.  She is in heaven and can’t wait to go to college!

In fact, she continually begged throughout the day that we “please, please, please” leave her there.  We were there for a long time and believe me, at points during the day, I wish I could have left her there.  Like when she ran through the bookstore holding herself screaming “I need to go to the bathroom”after I continually asked while we were near the bathroom if she needed to use it and she continually told me no.  I told her college students don’t act like that.  I lied.

So, to the “college bathroom” we went.  I’m not sure if she loved college as much as she loved saying the word “college.”  We ate breakfast at college.  We ate lunch at college and we ate plenty of snacks at college.  We drank from a free {we may have swiped it accidentally since it was actually for students} college water bottle.

We even toured a dorm at college.  A dorm that Ella refused to leave, because this is where she was going to live, right now, starting that day.  Being ever so in-tune with my daughter, I thought we were playing a game.  I quickly found out we were not when the tears started flowing and I had to get down on one knee to tactfully explain the reasons why we could not just leave her there.

A promise that she would see the dorm again when we helped Brittany move in seemed to be enough to calm her down.  Tonight however, she has proclaimed that she wants to save lots of money for college so that she can buy “books and stuff.  Because there’s a store at college where you can buy books.”

So while one of us is ecstatic about the prospect of college, I am depressed at the realization that college for me was a really, really long time ago.  We spent the weekend laughing at the fact that while Brittany had two aunts, her mom and a cousin going to college orientation with her, I drove myself to college.  And it was 800 miles away.

I did have a little help from my friends on the drive out, but I moved myself into my dorm and I paid for it myself, too.  And I, like Ella, loved college.  My college career was amazing.  All six years of it.  And that very expensive piece of paper that says I finished college, I have it framed and sitting on a bookshelf in my “library.”

The reality is, even though my degree was in communication and I have been dealing in early childhood development, negotiation and psychological breakdowns {both mine and hers} for the last four years, I wouldn’t change it for the world, because it signifies my daughter can do it too.

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