Er...Um... College.

College is confusing. Once you get past all of the fancy buildings, Greek row, and the access to an endless number of restaurants, it all comes down to a single decision - which school to pick. Now, the single most downfall of my life happens to be decision making, so as my Georgia Tech tour guide made us walk around in the melting heat, I panicked. Do I stay in town and go to KSU, or travel abroad and learn in the French country side? Co-Ed dorms or single sex? Sorority or no sorority? Big city or the middle of nowhere? Panic pulsing through my veins and the sun pounding harshly, I tied to think about other things... such as the guy with the one foot beard on the Tech Trolley... Anyways, our guide later asked the writing group how old we all were. When the majority answered "Freshman," she smiled. "Well you all have a long time to figure out were you want to go. Don't worry about it now." Oh right... I still have to conquer high school...