As we prepared for our visit to campus, my 17-year-old daughter and I got into a disagreement.
“I want to be dropped off,” she informed me. As if this were an innocuous visit to a school friend’s, or to any college campus. “I don’t even want you to stay on the South Side.”
“Oh, but I’d like to see the campus with you.”
“You know what it looks like,” she said, in that cool tone that means: No arguments. “I don’t want you going with me to any more college visits.”
