God knows how I survived my first two years of college. And I don't mean surviving the usual existential doubts that befall English majors. You know: "Who am I? What is the meaning of life? Why did I buy a box of Trojans when the health clinic gives them out for free and I'm not getting laid anyway?"
And I don't mean surviving the usual existential threats that befall all college students. You know: "I wonder if it's a good idea to mix this $10 plastic jug of vodka with Sprite?"
This week I get all nostalgic as I visit The U in Midtown. Check back here tomorrow to see what I think.