We're going through a period of difficulties. Not world-ending ones, but still.
First, there is now a question about whether the French girl can actually come to our local school. Apparently, her last French report card had three Cs on it, and the local school doesn't (usually) accept kids with Cs or below. The organization which is trying to move her is trying to find out what her current grades (all of three weeks worth) are at the American school she's attending. How they will find out without telling the kid that she might be moving is, fortunately, not my problem. I have to admit, I don't really care. I would like to have the kid here, because I think I'd like the experience, but if it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen.
Second, however, is more serious.
My daughter is a member of the Cadet Corps at a major college. The Corps is mostly composed of kids who are going into the military after college, but there is a component of kids who are not, and she's in that. Regardless, she has to adhere to the same rules as everyone else, and she's okay with that.
Last week, she and her boyfriend were in her room, along with her roommates, when some other members of the Corps showed up. This was pretty crowded for a room that's normally crowded with just four people in it. The roommates and the new people were talking about going 'downtown' (a small town next to the college), but when it became apparent that they were not going, my daughter's boyfriend suggested that they go back to his room and watch movies, which they did.
While they were gone, the people in the room started drinking. Strictly forbidden. Don't know if it was one person, several, roommates, not. Doesn't matter. In the Corps dorm, regardless of your age, drinking's forbidden.
When she returned, it was obvious that the visitors were impaired. Rather than trying to get these guys back to their own rooms (one in that same building, two in a building a quarter mile away), she elected to give them blankets and pillows and let them sleep on the floor. Which they did.
She didn't turn them in for drinking. She should have.
She slept in the same room as males. She should not have.
Nothing actually happened, but this was against the rules. They got caught -- as it turns out, turned in by one of her roommates.
The two roommates who were drinking are in serious trouble. Possibly as much as kick them out of the Corps trouble. That would scotch their plans to go into the military. Horrible. I know one of them, and she's a good kid.
My daughter was told that she could be charged with failing to report them, and for 'visitation violation'. She wouldn't (probably) get kicked out, but she could well get busted in cadet rank, have to stop doing Corps activities she enjoys, etc.
She's been talking to people who've been disciplined. (This fascinates me in a horrible way. She can't ask the 'adult leadership' for advice, because its that adult leadership who will be ruling on the punishment for drinking, and might be advising on the punishment for my daughter. So she has to rely on people she knows, getting their opinions. Might be more honest, but more informed? Maybe, maybe not. Nice going, Corps leadership.) They gave her advice about her rights (something else the Corps didn't spend a lot of time on), and what she could and could not, should and should not, do. The one thing she was told repeatedly was Don't Lie. (Another ringing endorsement for an organization where not lying is supposed to be how they live their life.) To which I added But don't volunteer answers, either. Be honest, but be succinct. Don't suggest questions to them. These inquisitors are your friends and mentors, but today, they're none of that. Don't lie, but answer only what's asked.
I reminded her of that great political quote - It isn't the crime that gets you, it's the cover-up. If asked, don't lie. If not asked, don't volunteer.
I have never been a big fan of the Corps, which strikes me as a silly organization (I told my daughter repeatedly, when she first started, and was having problems, that the Corps was totally NOT the real military; it was rather people playing at being military). Today I reminded her of a slogan I'd heard years ago - Military Justice is to Justice as Military Music is to Music. I want her to survive the music, and I want her to be prepared for organizational stupidity and rigidity.
So I showed her this video clip.
One other thing. The two drinking roommates, aware that it was the third who turned them in, want to 'make her life hell', as my daughter put it. She told me that she's going to do whatever she can to keep that from happening. When I told her I was pleased by that, she shrugged and said it was no big deal. I think it is.