Now, I fully concede that I was fucked out mentally for the better half of my tenure at Seton Hall. I went on and off antidepressants on a whim, and rarely left my room during the second semester except to eat and show up to spite one of the honors professors looking and smelling like shit. My GPA consisted of 5 F's and 1 D (I passed without showing up to the final somehow) and my scholarship went poof that summer as did my tenure in South Orange. Also, I changed my major from Sport Management to Political Science during the second semester, which gave me two courses of study that I deemed unbearable horseshit.
Going back to when I was re-applying to colleges during my gap year, I cringe at how much of a smug, unrealistic cunt I was. I applied to schools I knew I had no chance in Hell of obtaining admission (UChicago, Johns Hopkins, to name two) and I only went to Seton Hall because they gave me money. Seriously, I didn't even visit the campus until May 2009, and it never crossed my mind that I would hate it there socially. Who cares if I wanted to kill myself come April of my freshman year, I got a scholarship and a spot in the HONORS COLLEGE!
It is funny, I am now hopefully transferring to NJIT to commute, and I looked at their Honors College for transfers for a second. Then I woke up and remembered how little I gave a damn about such classes five years ago. Now, I know what I want to do. If I can crunch numbers at work, be left in peace, and make some money for the rest of my life I will be a happy dude.
There still is some lingering bitterness from my last days at 4-year college (namely being told depression "was just another problem and we all have our problems" by a certain honors professor) but it has died down since I left in August 2010. From working and talking with people, there's so much pageantry bullshit that goes into attending and studying at college that have no correlation with the real world at all. Your (and my) Barron's book is bullshit. Your honors college is bullshit.
My ego has died a slow death but has been revived with less fat and gristle.