You like BU because it's a city school, and it enables you to get out and really explore the urban center. Or at least the urban center of your boyfriend's dorm room. At least three items you own have been "BeDazzled." You were afraid you'd be too unique to fit in, but it turns out everyone else loves Uggs, miniskirts, and blow just as much as you do. Either your nose, your breasts, or your accent is fake. When you're not out on the fantastic social scene (with as many as two keg parties a month!), you hit the books pretty hard, and why not – with intimate 500-person lectures, you better know your stuff. The professor – or at least the TA who teaches the class and only speaks Klingon – might just cold call on you. Still, you know everything will work out; even if Dad didn't own NBC, there are still enough people who confuse BU with BC to keep you employed for your entire life, which – thanks to that HPV you don't yet know about - will be a mercifully short 25 years. – Turbo