They say that college is one of the best times of your life. The movies always depict it as some sort of party machine, and when you come out of it, somehow, all the ramen you ate and late nights of cramming before finals ends up in a good job and a couple years of paying bills.
But from where I'm standing, it's hard for me not to turn and run screaming the other way as fast as I can, back under the covers of my childhood bed, where I could cry and someone would come out and see what was the matter, kiss me on the head, and help me get to sleep.
Don't get me wrong, I love the freedom. I love being able to determine when I go to bed, when I