College is somehow simultaneously the best and worst four years of your life. From the stress of finals to the freedom of partying, everything seems so crazy it can't even be real... So who better to describe college than the man who keeps us on our toes, while somehow confusing us and inspiring us at the same time? Take it away, Yeezy...
You begin the semester, expecting to get that perfect 4.0, but after a week of classes, you feel like you're a month behind.
After a few lectures, the content gets increasingly harder, and you hope you’re not the only one completely lost and confused.
Your advisor asks what you want to do with your future, but your only response is...
You finally get your paycheck after a week of rationing your ramen noodles, but you decide to blow it all on a night downtown to let off some steam, 'cause why not?
After a few drinks you're feeling pretty good.
But then that weirdo at the bar approaches you and you look at your friend like...
Your friend saves the day by pulling you away from the weirdo and onto the dance floor
You wake up the next morning, with your friends trying to explain what you did after your fifth shot, but you figure ignorance is bliss in this situation.
Your parents call to ask how the semester's going so far, and you answer very candidly.
At the end of the semester you pull an all-nighter for your finals, yet you feel personally victimized by your professor when you take the test and don’t understand anything on it…
After a few weeks, you receive your final grades and somehow by the grace of God, you passed every class. After all, C's get degrees, right?
