This ain't no Indiana Jones crap.

I'm off on an adventure! To where? To the magical land of a respectable 4-year institution where Range Rovers and frat parties abound!
I am now able to safely say I'm relocating to Charlottesville, VA to attend the University of Virginia; where I will feel pretentious to say "Mr. Jefferson's School" for the first seven times, and constantly correct myself when I say "campus." I'm hoping I won't run into too many snobby jerks, but if UVa is replete with people like this guy, I am going to fit right in (minus the legal jargon). I have high hopes my social encounters will not induce a desire to draw blood since I'll be a Comparative Literature major, and liberal arts schools tend to attract more laidback, not annoying people than the (Oh say...) business or engineering schools.

I'm feeling good because I've got cheap housing and a strong sense of Northerner superiority.