“Can you come pick me up? I need a hug and some of your banana bread. Or both. Please? I’m going to fail every class, I need a 106 on my Physics finals to maintain my GPA, and everyone here hates me. Oh, and I’ve only eaten Durfee’s PopCorners, Verb energy bars, and coffee for three days. I think I can hear my brain think. Mom? Are you still there?” wails Riley Buchmaister (’20).