As different as we all may be—politically, physically, locationally, whatever-ly—there is one common, miserable experience that binds humanity. I argue that it's worse than preparing taxes (which, reminder, are due basically tomorrow) or flying cross-Atlantic next to the lavatory. It's moving. It's packing up your worldly possessions with some illusion of organization, only to break something necessary or lose something else along the way, and managing to blow through a zillion dollars and years of your life in the process.
College comes with a lot of tough responsibilities: waking up in time for class, not letting your body get to the point that it’s entirely made of beer, and, when you finally move out of the dorms, learning how to cook yourself meals that are somewhat edible. While you’re studying and partying and having a grand old time, these “best four years of your life” can be, in reality, quite expensive.