So I suffered through the year and enjoyed much more, in retrospect, than I could ever complain about. By the end of the year, I had grown as a person much more than I would have ever imagined. And now, though living with some of them in a quieter suite setting isn't perfect, I feel much more at home. I've reestablished confidence that third floor Wayners last year probably didn't know I had. The first year of college living is certainly not pleasant all the time, but it's not by any means fatal.
Life's an adventure, and college life is just one step along the way.