Every day, we wake up after snoozing five times, rush out the door, hurry to our classes and zone out. We buy coffee to stay up but end up napping in the Fishbowl. We whine about the amount of work we have each day, yet waste most of our time on Facebook. We count down the days until the weekend, until the next great frat party, until we can finally drown our oh-so-terrible problems in alcohol — the next best thing in our lives on the Hill, really.
