I came across this bit of idle collegiate musing in some deeply buried backup folder today... I only distantly remember writing it, and can't remember what for!
Can you spot all 8 anagrams of "Columbia University"?
By miraculous invite, you entered -- thinking the Ivy League promised the world. You now find yourself in perhaps an unsuitable micro-Ivy with a miniscule trivia boy for a roommate. The best you can do is churn out papers and cultivate your nubile activism while waiting for the Ivy lubrication muse to come your way. In the end, you should be glad you're not stuck rooming with a vicious, burly inmate at some school where the alumni buy victories (or actually contribute). With unmalicious brevity, it'll all be over soon.