The night before my last day of high school was spent in a basement drinking to Brokeback Mountain and mulling over the future with friends. It’s a coming-of-age trope straight out of a movie. One of my friends even joked about how that evening would be the last night of our friendship, since college would irrevocably change us all and we’d never speak again. The weight of what was to come was palpable in the still night, and we eased our anxieties with Bud Light and nervous chatter. We all wondered aloud whether the tall tales of college life would prove true. Our knowledge was amassed through long talks with older friends, cousins, or siblings, as well as through movies like Animal House, Rudy and yeah, even Pitch Perfect. These stories gave us an authority on all things college that was entirely undeserved.