In times of great decision we look to those who possess the insight and the wisdom we desire. My time of great decision was the summer of 2009, and I was preparing for UC Santa Cruz in the fall, but was at a loss for how to occupy my time there. As I had become sober a year and a half prior to that time, I felt a certain amount of discomfort at the thought of constantly surrounding myself with drunken girls and those obnoxious fraternities with their faux-hawks and their Keystone Light. However, I did not consider the possibility of turning to my academics as a positive occupant of time. Instead, I decided to turn to one of the greatest sources of knowledge in this day and age: Jersey Shore. I turned to VH1 desperately, and my prayers were answered by Vinny. "GTL. Gym. Tanning. Laundry. That's how you make the guidos." Almost correct, Vinny. That's how you make the college version of me.
It began as a challenge, a sort of proving ground to my parents in my mind. Years prior, in my drug addiction, they had told me that my best shot at a college education was at a community college, and certainly not UC Santa Cruz, long since my university of choice. So when after years of turmoil, several high schools, and a handful of treatment centers, I finally received the acceptance letter, I was thoroughly ready to prove myself. But such intentions were lost upon my move-in date, when I promptly realized that I was more intrigued by the social aspects of college than the educational.
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