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To my friends, for those of you in college, it's already too late for you. I'm sorry. To the others, for those of you who have graduated already, congratulations. Don't read this. And to the rest, for those not yet in 'real' school, read on.

It's time for you to know the dark secrets of college. I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you this, so if someday I stop answering my email and phone, calmly and quitely forget that I ever existed or had any interactions with you. After all, this is scary stuff we're dealing with.

Now that I've scared you, or at least made you wonder, let's talk about college. There comes a time after so many years of high school (usually four) for a student to go on to college, or enter the workforce.

For those of you who took that latter course, stop reading. This isn't for you.

So you're looking at a college. You've got some criteria worked up about what you want in a school.

So you apply to scads and scads of schools. Some have what you want, others are long shots, and some you only plan to use as bargaining chips. Some accept you; some don't. You choose one by some reasoning, whether it be financial comparisons, campus advantages, or plain darts.

So you arrive at the school. Usually there's some sort of activites fair, somethinng to introduce you to all the opportunities you have. You sign up for everything you're interested; it takes months to get off all of the email lists you got on for the groups you have no time for.

That's the problem: no time.

I was walking past the WNUR office today when (28/02/1999) I realized that I'd never have the time to be behind a mic there -- it's relatively easy for us students to get radio shows.

I've always wanted to do a radio show, since before my sister had her own (not that I'm jealous) or before I had ever owned a cd, let alone over 516 of them.

College has so many wonderful opportunities. I can work for the newspapers, volunteer at Habitat sites, play card games, have a radio show, be in theatrical productions, explore Chicago.

Except I have to go to class. That's where they get you: nobody tells you that you've got to go to classes.

If only there were a way to have college without having to take any classes. That would be heaven.