By Betsy Smith
My first semester at Barnard College was not easy. Actually, it was downright hellish. New to New York, homesick, and left alone to cope by my thoroughly unavailable RA, it was baptism by fire. The few memories of NSOP that I have not blocked still make me cringe. It's important for me to note, however, that Barnard is not entirely to blame for my rocky start. My standard answer when someone from home would ask about my life in college quickly became, "Well, I don't think I'd be happier anywhere else."...