I remember when I first went to college. My mother and father drove me up to the campus. We unpacked and my mother spent the afternoon setting me up--arranging my underwear drawer, putting pads and pens on the desk, lining shoes up in the closest. She was a master at organization.
My father and I went to the only bank in town where he opened a checking account for me. There were no names on these checks. Simple gray colored paper with the bank's name and my account number. My father would send me a check each month that I would then deposit in the account and draw from that for my monthly expenses. The regular tuition and room and board bills went directly to my father, as did my monthly bank statement so he could see what I was doing.
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