Lesson 2: I'm Bad, I'm Bad, You Know It (Michael Jackson voice)

Let's face it. When you go off to college, you can't wait to leave your parents. You have dreams of drinking straight out of the milk carton, never washing behind your ears, and going in public WITHOUT matching your clothes. I know, I know, college kids can be so darn rebellious. 

Just because you have that freedom doesn't mean you should exercise it all the time. Exercise? Yes. Exercise is a must: you don't want to come home for Christmas and have your grandma pinching your cheeks, telling you how much more there is of you to love now. While that may be true, you don't want that freshman fifteen just so grammy has more to love. Buy the old lady a cat or something if she needs something more to kiss and hug.

Anyways, be responsible. If you are going to two-step the night away with the total hottie who sleeps throughout your whole history class, that's a decision you and only you can make. Mommy won't be texting you, telling you it's time to come home. (If she is...we need to have a serious talk). Plan your schedule. Make time for the fun stuff, but get your homework done too. As much fun as college is, you're paying a whole heck of a lot of money to just hit the clubs. And if you are going dancing, pick a night where girls get in free.

The moral of the rambling is this: Being good at line dancing gets you no where in the real world, dummies. While it may attract the attention of an occasional cowboy here and there, it isn't a career-maker. Focus on preparing for the big bad world of adults, then you can dust off your boots and sequin belt and hit the dance floor.