My family surprised me: my mother called me to tell me dad she and Dad are going to visit me for two weeks late October. Family Weekend was coming up, so this was also an opportunity for parents to see how their kids are doing in college. Prior to this unexpected but pleasantly surprising news, I had been calling Mom and Dad back and forth, breaking them with sorrowful news: I needed an extra comforter because the nights are getting long and the days were getting cold; I was uneasy with how much I was spending, and whether they were all mere impulse purchases. I regretted not having studied the course catalog over the summer - and let's not recall that they were the least pathetic. I was on the helpline and my parents were thousands of miles away, listening to my pleas and desperation. I broke down and cried a lot. Maybe too much, because rather than getting settled, I was becoming less settled, and more disorientated.