With two daughters interested in Model United Nations, I have had several chances to chaperon them on their various out-of-town events. During these conferences, my teen-aged daughters and their peers are assigned countries and they become delegates in a simulation of the United Nations. They discuss world events, debate issues, resolve political matters and pass UN resolutions.
For the past four days, I was chaperon for my daughter's school for a conference in Philadelphia. This was the first for me to chaperon in high school and the turnout was massive, with 2000 delegates from all over the world, some flying in from China, for the event. My daughter's school had 105 students participating and, as it turned out, I was not assigned to chaperon my daughter's room....Which was fine by me, seeing that the whole idea was to be around, if needed, but to give my daughter space to be independent and responsible. This is how things went:
Day 1: Daughter misplaced shoes and money.
Day 2: She found the shoes but got them soaking wet in a puddle walking in the sleet to lunch. Borrowed my boots
Day 3: Nothing got lost, got hit up for money,though. Oh well.
Day 4: We arrive home and oops! Suit, and boots (mine) are missing. Daughter had placed them, not in her own luggage at check-out but in a white, unmarked, plastic bag that she dumped , not in, but over the three pieces of luggage she had.
Now, the boots, I can live without, but the suit is a story on its own.
This is the same suit I spent the ten days before we traveled finding for my daughter. She, a princess, would stay home, while my other daughter and I, would go to various stores, find, what we considered a suitable suit, purchased it, and scurried home so that, afore-mentioned princess would try it on and dismiss it, sending us scurrying back to return it. This went on for days, until finally I struck gold: I finally found the only suit in our county, that my daughter liked! This is the very suit I spent Monday morning calling the hotel and trying to locate. So far no luck.
As chaperon I was assigned to check the rooms after they were emptied of bags. There was no trace of anything left behind, but I had no idea that I had to ask: "Did any of you pack your clothes in unmarked white bags?"
Even in writing, sometimes you check sources and material, but end up with something totally unexpected that needs to be researched further. With time, writers learn to cover all bases...It's called experience.
From my experience, to chaperon or not to chaperon renders the same end result. Lesson learned.