When they call, do your college-age children launch straight into a cool new idea they learned? Do they want to know everything about the role of testosterone in bird behavior, including how it interacts with the immune system? Do they teach you things you never knew about the history of Latin America? Do they burble with one idea after another, even before they discuss money or vacations? This is what phone calls with our youngest son who is a junior at Trinity University in San Antonio are like. And I could just cheer. And kiss on both cheeks those wonderful professors who have not bored my son, who have taken the time to make learning real, who care about their students.
I know it is dangerous to love an institution, for they are inanimate and sometimes are taken over by trolls. But I love Trinity University and its wonderful professors who seem to find time for teaching, advising, and inspiring the next generation in addition to their own research.
We spent last weekend visiting our son at Trinity University in San Antonio. It was family weekend, with some teas and other events planned. We didn’t go to any of them. We just figured out where to park, then visited the police for yet another form necessary to get Missouri plates on a car that lives in Texas.
I see the young adults on my own home campus in St. Louis walking to class, talking, biking across the forbidden bridge. Behind each of them is a family that may have sacrificed to get them here. I can only hope that we are as responsible towards them as the Trinity faculty have been to my son.
By the way, it’s the Trinity University in San Antonio, the only one, as far as I’m concerned.
There is a bit of a wild area on the edge of campus, and we explored it.
Philip spends time in Troy Murphy’s lab probing the mysteries of birds.
The Austin chalk is a subject of his environmental geology class.
Philip lived in these dorms first year, and this year.