The morning I left for Villanova, or really just the end of the long night before, my friends posed the question, "Amy, are you ready for college?" I looked at them sitting on the floor of my room, crouched on my bed, and said, "Well, sure, I just need to throw a few things together, right?" We picked up things from the floor of my room, grabbed some underwear, socks, hangers, my electric keyboard, a few pens, running shoes, a lucky shot glass and a sleeping bag.