While I was growing up, college seemed like a magical place where everyone wanted to argue about obscure movies, were thrilled to be learning new things and couldn't wait to talk about them over dinner, and had completely different perspectives on life than I did.
Needless to say, this was indeed just "magical."
I've had completely boring conversations with other students, where we could find nothing to talk about other than the weather, the slowness of the elevator, or a Columbia favorite--how tired we both were and how much work we had.
And, I've been in lectures where the professor expected so few people to show up that he had to book a different room for the exam because our classroom held less than half of the class.
I don't say this to discourage anyone from coming here, or to hate on Columbia-- my year here has been one of the happiest of my life.
But, I think it's important that we recognize sometimes college, even if we're talking about one in the Ivy League, isn't always sweater vests and smiles.
