I took Kim to Barnard yesterday. I made quite spectacle of self. Crying loudly and talking in strange, high-pitched voice to avoid sounding like cry. People stare. I try not call them names even though want to. Names that are mean. Having to do with smart girls. Day very bad. Daughter’s dorm room size of bidet. Want kill. Spend way too much money on tuition/ bidet room. Room hot too. Hate everyone. Want to take daughter home. Love her very much.