Ah, to be a freshman again. An entire year with nothing to do except sample the privileges of being an adult without the responsibilities. A chance to major in chemistry but dabble in art history, to try out for intramural water polo, to sing Cole Porter fight songs at the football game, to meet the diverse and intriguing group of people that high school and summer camp never quite delivered. Frat parties, water fights and spring in Daytona Beach. Through that gauzy nostalgic haze, many college graduates remember all the glories of freshman year, and problems no more weighty than getting...
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