Kara Hood

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Parents Weekend

I have many fond memories of parents weekends at Trinity College. I would ride to Hartford with mom and dad and spend the day with Kara. We'd go to the girls' field hockey game, then a shopping trip, then out to dinner with all the girls and their parents. I think it was sophmore year, we were running late (as usual) so we decided to meet everyone at the restaurant, we trusted Kara saying that she knew exactly how to get there, SURE KARA. Riding in the old Jeep, we spent at least an hour getting lost in the beautiful city of Hartford, Connecticut. Maybe dinner was supposed to be at 7, at 8 we were still driving around trying to find that restaurant that kara "knew" how to get to. Something about my family, especially with Kara, we've always had a great sense of direction, or so we always thought about ourselves. You can imagine that already being an hour late for dinner caused some tension in the car as we continued to take wrong turn after wrong turn, not showing up at the restaurant. Kara and I in the back seat, crying because we were so hungry and frustrated- what a surprise right?- the Hood girls crying. Kara decided to forget it, she didn't want to go anymore, I was miserable and didn't want to go, dad was frustrated with Kara for not knowing how to get there, and mom sat quietly in the front, trying to keep our spirits up. We finally made it to the restaurant, bleary eyed and quiet as we sat down at the end of the table as the girls and their families were eating their meals. It was a disaster at first but turned out to be another good parents weekend dinner. Later that night we did laugh at ourselves and thought of how extra awful it would have been if we had never gone. So it all turned out in the end, as it often does. I always loved Parents Weekend, hanging out with Kara and her cool college friends, they even took me out at night and I got to stay in the dorms with them. It was the greatest. Too bad Kara can't come to my parents weekend dinners, I'm sure I could get us lost in Rochester too.

Emmer eghood@naz.edu

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Parents Weekend
	I have many fond memories of parents weekends at Trinity College. I would ride to Hartford with mom and dad and spend the day with Kara. We'd go to the girls' field hockey game, then a shopping trip, then out to dinner with all the girls and their parents. I think it was sophmore year, we were running late (as usual) so we decided to meet everyone at the restaurant, we trusted Kara saying that she knew exactly how to get there, SURE KARA. Riding in the old Jeep, we spent at least an hour getting lost in the beautiful city of Hartford, Connecticut. Maybe dinner was supposed to be at 7, at 8 we were still driving around trying to find that restaurant that kara "knew" how to get to. Something about my family, especially with Kara, we've always had a great sense of direction, or so we always thought about ourselves. You can imagine that already being an hour late for dinner caused some tension in the car as we continued to take wrong turn after wrong turn, not showing up at the restaurant. Kara and I in the back seat, crying because we were so hungry and frustrated- what a surprise right?- the Hood girls crying. Kara decided to forget it, she didn't want to go anymore, I was miserable and didn't want to go, dad was frustrated with Kara for not knowing how to get there, and mom sat quietly in the front, trying to keep our spirits up. We finally made it to the restaurant, bleary eyed and quiet as we sat down at the end of the table as the girls and their families were eating their meals. It was a disaster at first but turned out to be another good parents weekend dinner. Later that night we did laugh at ourselves and thought of how extra awful it would have been if we had never gone. So it all turned out in the end, as it often does. I always loved Parents Weekend, hanging out with Kara and her cool college friends, they even took me out at night and I got to stay in the dorms with them. It was the greatest. Too bad Kara can't come to my parents weekend dinners, I'm sure I could get us lost in Rochester too.
	Emmer eghood@naz.edu