I was a fucking stupid 17-year-old. I had a great GPA and a good SAT score, and I decided to go to Northwestern. I based this decision off of things like the US News & World Report's college rankings and buildings with ivy on them. What I should have taken into account was the fact that I needed a parka for most of the school year in a town that was the heart of the temperance movement in the early 20th century.
I should have gone to UCLA. As LAist documents in a delightful photo essay, the students there have a midnight "Undie Run" on the third day of finals week.
Just look at those kids. So stressed out from all the studying. Seriously, Northwestern: Stop asking me for money.