I'll just say that everything was well in order, and through my own unforgivable sloth I managed to make it a total mess. Not surprisingly, announcing that you're not graduating makes for an unpleasant phone call home. Especially here at Penn State, where people seem to think time is theirs to misuse. Allow me just cite a couple of specific examples, out of thousands, of exactly what I've observed. Among my first lasting memories of Penn State is sitting in Findlay dining commons as a freshman, and overhearing some guys at the next table talking about how great it was to go out and drink until they puked three or four nights a week.
Life moves pretty fast.
If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it. In fact, it's pretty disgusting and unpleasant. We all make mistakes and do things we later regret, myself certainly included, but drinking that much almost always happens gradually enough that such disasters should be prevented. In life, you only get one liver. I'm not a big enough hypocrite to say to completely abstain, because I enjoy drinking socially myself.