come to a world full of sleepless nights and endless responsibilities. E-mail becomes your second language, asleep by 2:30 am is an early night, procrastination is an art form, Instant Messenger becomes an addiction, one meal a day is standard and nothing is clean unless its family weekend and freshman orientation.
             Welcome to the land where coffee beans reign and Metabolife rules. Welcome to college. As awful as it may all sound, I fantasized about this life as soon as I entered my sophomore year and still long for it all now.
             This may not be the case with everyone, but I know that when I was in high school, college was my ultimate dream. Like most of my peers, high school was of course held to be this special, sentimental enchantment. I most certainly displayed a noticeable increase in school spirit during my final year out of respect for what would soon become my alma mater. For example, I received many copies of my friends senior class pictures to adorn the walls of every room I ever intend to occupy with, and many tears were shed at graduation. Every event is caught on film or video to "always remember these days."
             Spirit Week, a time of social union, pep rallies, and ridiculous clothing that was somehow meant to show support for a football team who hasn't in over a decade won a title and manages to hold a bottom ranking in our Division 1 program, was looked upon with the usual apprehension, but with a sense of respect. Although I was ready for the big time, college, where every day would be a new experience in freedom and every night would be a new experience in severe alcoholism.
             Throughout my years in public education, there always seemed to be someone to look after my best interests. There was always my mother to wake me up for school on time, and to provide me with lunch money. She was always there to help me with my homework (until I reached about eighth grade and even she didn't have a clue...