Just had probably the most overdramatic 18-year-old-college-student break down over the phone to my mother, and now she insists on driving down to my dorm to talk to me in person. I really, really don’t know what I’m doing right now or if anything I ever do has any meaning at all, but I certainly know that I have the most supportive mother in the entire world who will literally drop everything to make sure I’m okay, and I’m really fortunate for that.