Every year, my student organization hosts a Mother and Daughter Day. A day where the 6th grade girls of nearby middle schools spend a Saturday at our college doing fun activities that get them thinking about their future. This year, the local middle school wouldn’t be able to pull together the funds for breakfast and lunch. Although, as officers, we badly wanted to be able to provide meals for this event, we couldn’t. If our bank account was chest we hid under a floorboard, it would open to …