Go to college suck

January in College Life. Im a guy. Second semester. And college sucks. I can tell this will be the worst 4 years of my life.

However, what I failed to mention was the seedy underbelly of the college experience — the terrible moments that accompany otherwise great times. There will be days when you are so tired that you can barely drag your sorry body out of bed to go to class or when you feel hopelessly homesick — missing the friends and family and love interests you left at home along with other mementos of adolescence passed. There will be times when your professor hands back a paper you slaved over with a less-than-exceptional grade to acknowledge your efforts. There will be weeks when you are sick and all you want to do is curl up in bed with a bowl of lentil soup and an endless stream of Sex and the City, but you have so much homework that even thinking about doing so is a luxury. Brace yourself and prepare with a list of the 10 worst experiences you will face during college:. Our bodies were not biologically engineered to run too little sleep each night, but during college, you will push your physical health as far as it will go in this regard. Studying for midterms or completing assignments will sometimes require that you spend an ungodly number of hours in the library but if you can make it through college without having pulled at least one school-related all-nighter, props — leaving just as the sun comes up and only because you have to make it to your morning class.

One thing we're not short on is our large list of reasons why we don't believe college is a good option for most kids Some people like the long detailed arguments that are put together in a well tied together format, and others like a step by step list to try to quickly make your point and let them mull it over. We've already shown our disdain for the million dollar lie, and we expect that as more people read our hubs there might be some controversy, and that's okay.

The author in front of Columbia University. There have been few things in my life that I've wanted as bad as admission into an Ivy League school. Many students, especially children of immigrants like me , conflate the American dream with going to an Ivy. At 17, I was averaging two all-nighters a week, kept alive on a depraved cocktail of Adderall, Percocet, and coffee. The only light at the end of my tunnel was visions of the "Congratulations!