I enjoyed my time in college. I started double majors in physics and math; but, found my true love with the physics department’s IBM 1130. Finished up with a CS degree, physics & math minors. A had friends that enjoyed spelunking and other activities. Joined Army ROTC. Those years were magnificent.
I look back fondly, too. Majored physics and history of art, near eastern ancient. Terrible memories of Schroedinger’s Equations. Great memories of French Impressionism projected on huge screens in immense auditoriums. Father was an ROTC Cavalry instructor at the same college, where he dated mother. Great photo of a line of men on horseback with their revolvers in the air. Articles about ROTC students should not be wearing their spurs at the college dances.
Mixed bag. Freshman year, the hot chicks wouldn't go out with you because you (and I mean me) lived in the dorms and drove a crappy car. But got top honors. Unhappy with social scene.
Sophomore year, joined a frat. Lived off campus. Worked two part time jobs. Had a cool car and a motorcycle. Was in a band that played all the local establishments. AFROTC. ROTC baseball league. Newman Society. Had hot chicks galore. Grades went into the basement. Unhappy with latter.
Junior year, same as Sophomore, but got into a better routine, partied a lot less, studied harder, settled on one girl. Grades were back into Dean's List at least. Not unhappy, but...meh.
Senior year, moved out of frat house. Dumped girlfriend. Working only one part time job that paid better. Grades went through the roof. Band cut a record - I will not name said band. Didn't get a pilot slot. There were only 5 allocated, and frankly there were better cadets who earned them. That was bitter, but the rest of it quite happy.
Still, every day since then has been better than the next.