At this very moment, Matt is in Arizona heading to his interview at Midwestern. This is the school that we want to get into. Last night, Matt calls me and says, "I'm here at the airport, but I can't find my luggage." The airport didn't put his luggage on the plane!!!!!!! So, Matt doesn't have his suit, his shoes, his tie, his shirt, his razor, his toothbrush, or anything else you would absolutely want to have the day you go to interview. He borrowed some slacks, a shirt and a blazer from his uncle Logan. Meanwhile, I am freaking out. What is he going to do? If I were the one interviewing, I would have panicked and gone to WalMart in search of the things I lost. Matt, on the other hand, won't let this kind of thing worry him. Good thing it's him and not me.
