It's your first day at Columbia. Mom and Dad just drove back to New Jersey, and you are ready to celebrate your newfound freedom. But wait. Shit! You've heard that Columbia is an awful party school. They say the only fun thing to do here is cocaine, but you don't want to put anything in your nose. You're planning on being pre-med; noses are for sneezing.

You want to drink. Well never fear: did you know you can overcome homesickness by drinking? Bwog contributor Will Snider channels this spirit to conjure a typical first night out during Orientation Week. So sit back, relax, and forget everything you learned from alcohol.edu. Remember, you're pre-med. You know that shit.

10:30pm -- Your Floor Meeting just ended. After learning from your RA "what it means to be part of a vibrant campus community," you're ready to kill some brain cells. Rob, that sort of sketchy guy on your floor who wears way too much Axe deodorant and brags about being from Buffalo, pulls out a handle of Nikolai vodka and punches you in the stomach saying, "It was made in Kentucky, so you know it's good." Someone brings out four shot glasses, and you chase the drinks with the Gatorade your mother bought at Sam's Club for you. Everyone on your floor comes out to this makeshift party. Suddenly, you begin to think Columbia might not be so socially awkward after all.