I stared at the headline on my computer screen and the headline stared back, filling me with motherly angst. Another college student had died, unnecessarily, at my alma mater. Only days prior, my eleven-year-old told me something that would make any alumna's heart swell: "I want to go to Penn State, like you." Admittedly, I, like any proud Nittany Lion, had been gently propagandizing this notion to my son ever since he could talk.
Yet now, upon hearing these words, I was apprehensive. I imagined him swimming in college drinking culture — a custom I know firsthand. Alcohol consumption on college campuses is a toxic problem — and every year, more students die from it.
