I'm from New York, not New York City. There's more to a state than one city, you know.
But here I am, in my new home of Chicago, with a good head on my shoulders, and never enough clean socks.
It's a small school, maybe three thousand undergrad on a good day. The thing is, I'm here. Out of 325ish people in my class, I am one of a handful who took a chance. The average kids went to the local community college, or maybe a nearby state school if they felt crazy. The top ten in my class? St. John Fisher, LeMoyne, Clarkson...good schools, but safe schools.
So my goal this year is to figure out if the tension on my finances, relationships, and sanity is worth the experience of something completely new.
Also, is freshman year of college the mystical, magical managere it's portrayed to be?
And must one gain the muffin top, spare tire, or whichever cutesy noun you prefer to describe the Freshmen Fifteen?
But, more importantly, what do the choices we make as late teenagers and twenty somethings mean for our future, both as individuals and a nation?
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing"
-Edmund Burke
