Between the hours of 11pm Tuesday and 1pm Wednesday I had a particularly stressful time.
My daughter had gone for a drink with friends at the local pub and returned home in a very bad way. Not drunk - absolutely manic and out of control. It would appear someone had spiked her drink. She had walked home with a friend and been absolutely fine, but 10 mins inside the house and she was totally wild. So very, very scary to witness.
Wednesday lunchtime I had a phone call from my son. Absolutely distraught. He had received an email from the university to say that they suspected him of plagiarism in 2 essays he had just handed in. He literally could not talk coherently. All I heard was snatches of comments like 'this is so serious' 'they could kick me out' 'I could have wasted 3 years of hard work' and most importantly 'I haven't done anything wrong'. He had a meeting on 21 January. Clearly he could not wait that long. He rang and pestered and someone took pity on this poor emotional boy and he saw the Director of Politics. Where it quickly became evident that the problem was that he had referenced some quotes incorrectly. They discussed his options as he had made a mistake - ignorance is no defence! A mistake that he will not make again I hasten to add! So he has to lose some points but in consideration of the other possibilities ie not getting any marks for either essay were far worse. A harsh lesson to learn.
I had posted status reports on Facebook that eluded to trouble but I didn't think that either offspring would want their troubles publicised by their mum so kept things brief. I have been totally stunned by the amount of comments, calls, texts and kind words of concern that this has generated - and although my husband sometimes makes scathing comments when I say something about someone on Facebook, like 'is it a real friend or a Facebook friend' - I have to say that my Facebook friends have shown such concern, it's really touching.
So please excuse my absence this week, it's not been the best week of my year!