My mother fretted. My father cried. I laughed.
Man! I was scared shitless for college. And I cried like a 13-yr-old girl who got cut from rec softball (wait a minute...). But hey I turned out okay! Only afterward did shit hit the fan.
I maintained a healthy distance from the ruins of room arranging. Except for my one contribution:
Listen up, undergrads: Rock out the knowledge. Hard.