I’ll admit, I was one of those kids who simply refused.  And while there were certainly bigger losers than me, for example, the kids that lived in Toronto and drove to Hamilton every day for school, I chose to live off-campus in first-year university.

I remember touring Western University with my mommy when I was 17-years-old, and part of the tour was in the dorms.  The idea of showing up alone on the first day, meeting a person for the very first time, and then committing to sleeping in a 200 square foot room, with your beds four feet apart, for a year was just not something I could wrap my head around.