Harvard University

I was a freshman at Harvard University. No, not that Harvard. Mine was a small liberal arts college in Eastern Oregon, near the Washington border. It's mission was to "Further Education Through Education." Whatever that meant. Truth was, the only people who went there had no place better to be.

As for me, I was supposed to go to the actual Harvard or wherever. My grades in high school were perfect, I volunteered at soup kitchens, and I even published a few top selling apps on the Apple store. But you see, I partied a lot. At nights, I would find myself a good party, bring some weed and booze, and black out for the rest of the night. As it turns out, when you wake up in a drunk tank a few times, the top universities stop wanting you, even the lower rated universities wouldn't take me. So that's how I ended up at Harvard.

It wasn't a bad looking college town, though. While the surrounding area was filled with dusty hills and tumbleweed, the town itself looked like it could have been in ancient Greece. All the buildings were marble, I assume supported by wood, and they were all part of the university. It was one big ecosystem that didn't belong there.

The tuition for the university was free and so was everything else in the city. I wondered how they got to funding a place like this.