I don’t remember if I’ve told you, gentle reader, but I’ve recently made some interesting discoveries. Most important amongst them is the discovery that I did not actually have a normal undergraduate experience.

I say this because now, my apartment building is situated minutes from Columbia’s campus with fraternities on one side and an undergraduate dorm on the other. On any given Thursday, Friday, or Saturday night, loud music can be heard blasting from stereos all around us.

Previously, I had heard reports that Thursday was the new Friday, but now I get to experience first hand as the 3-day long festivities begin shortly after I find a moment to catch my breath between two traumatic weeks. As I overhear the drunken conversations outside my window, I recall my own undergraduate experience, where I never took weekends off and I certainly never participated in such extended celebrations.

But today, on Sunday night, I hear silence from my window as all of the little freshmen scurry back to their dorms, as if suddenly remembering that they were here to get an education. Meanwhile, I savor the peace and quiet as I ponder whether to actually read my textbooks.