College Adjustment Quotes

I was in college for two years, and just hated it in the '60s.

I was at Wesleyan first. I was there for a semester because I wanted that traditional college vibe. But when I got there, people would do normal college things, and I was like, 'I can't be here. This is a nightmare.'

My time at Barnard was fun but stressful. I transferred there from the acting conservatory at NYU, and my Rolling Around On the Floor Pretending to Be a Lion classes didn't translate into many academic credits.

I went to university and I was a bit out of my depth, socially.

In college, most people I knew were living in the dorms, and I wasn't, so I didn't have many friends.

In college, I was failing almost every class I was taking my freshman year. I was having difficulty in managing my time; I was just overwhelmed. Even though I knew I was smart and knew I was good enough, at that point, I doubted all of it because I struggled to handle my sport, classes and social life all at once.

I remember going to university, and the people who'd left home for the first time looked at the food and were horrified. Whereas, my view was that if it was vaguely edible, then it's fine.

I was a mess my freshman year of college. I still had so much pain in my heart.

I used 'Saved by the Bell: The College Years' as my reference point really for my 'Fresh Meat' experience.

Academics were not a challenge when I was fifteen in college. The challenge was figuring out how to fit in socially.

It's not easy for a freshman, especially not at Duke.

Having been kept pretty strict in prep schools, I guess I couldn't cope with all the freedom at Yale. I had a wild, wonderful time, got abysmal grades and was bounced out in my freshman year. I then came back the following fall as a repeating freshman, lasted until April and got bounced out again - for the same reason.

You can imagine what a dorm room environment is to a CF parent. It's like, oh my God. It's crazy.

You know, in college, your second year they expect you to have a sophomore slump.

While my college had done an excellent job recruiting me, I had no road map for what I was supposed to do once I made it to campus.

My first year of college was tough. I thought that just being an athlete I could get by. I thought I was okay until I got kicked out, which happened twice.

I'm so disappointed in the frat parties at Columbia. I'm like an English boy going to an American college. I'm thinking cheerleaders, I'm thinking kegs. That's not what's on the cards.

First semester I took classes like econ and that kind of stuff, and I was miserable.