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College is an incredible experience that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. It’s also kind of like diving head first into the deep end of the pool at a mental asylum.
I never got a bid. What happened next was like a punch to the gut. I wasn’t even sure if it was discrimination, but I realized I wouldn’t have been in this situation if I slept with girls.
Many of the older among us whine about the current generation’s need for self-expression and lack of steady employment. We have the world at our fingertips on our iPhones and Androids, but instead of using that knowledge to learn Korean or brush up on the French Revolution, we’re all guilty of using it to Tweet and Snapchat.
I for one can’t wait for the World Cup to be over so everyone can quietly hop off the bandwagon. I’ll pretend like I didn’t notice.
It begs the following question: If a college kid smokes a blunt in the woods and doesn’t post a vignette-filtered selfie of himself doing a french-inhale on Instagram, then does he really get high?
