For me, college was a really long battle of resisting that easy way out. The battle became easier, of course; a side-effect of time and muscle memory. I learned to challenge myself in systematic ways: I started a publication and learned to welcome rather than fear criticism. I embraced the title “floater” until I found the right friend group. Rather than crying when my roommate moved out on me, I turned her bed into a sitting area. I resisted becoming a victim of my own circumstance. I started to find that, at the very least, being uncomfortable yields a funny story. Heck, I once even peed myself on campus. What a rush! Though that made me uncomfortable for different reasons.