So not down.

"Sorry, Uday. I'm pretty tired. I think I'm just gonna stay in and crash."

He frowns. "Aw, poo. I'm taking off, then. I'M gonna bag me some hot ladies, and you're not. Later."

"Later." As soon as the door shuts you're out cold on the bed.

You wake up feeling refreshed; like a weight has been removed from you; like some heavy pressure has been released from your body. This is good.

The feeling of wetness grabs your attention as you rise from bed. The stain on your shorts indicates just what kind of heavy pressure you had released last night. What-- or who-- were you dreaming about anyway? They say that dreams may be omens of things to come.

It's a good thing that Uday is out like a light. Hopefully he had fun last night.

After washing up, getting dressed, and meeting a few neighbors, you're ready to go. The sign up period for classes is right now, so you'd better get to it before the good classes and good professors get taken. You boot up your laptop and sign in to the school registrar's website.

Dad said that your major would be really important. Getting a broad education is valuable, so staying undeclared for awhile is okay, but focusing in a particular area is also very useful, so you'd be well-served to choose an area of concentration and stick with it.