You start to talk like this when you're about to receive an English degree and realize no one is going to pay you to explain the poetry of William Blake, even though this is considerably more difficult than performing auto-circumcision. Graduation isn't just the end of college, but of nearly two decades in the public school system. I was primarily interested in riding bikes, impressing girls with my scars and throwing up so my mother would come to take me home. In college the bikes have changed to cars, women are harder to impress and the throwing up has become an important means of self-expression. Freshman year, as I recall, is spent desperately trying to fit in and appear alternative and different, just like everyone else.
College is a shock.
Perhaps for the first time you have the freedom to make your own mistakes. Sophomore year the novelty has worn off. You're spending too much time trying to register for classes with the STAR automated registration system to notice anything else. My senior year has been good. Must be willing to relocate to nude beach in Southern France.