I sat, for the second week in the semester, alone. It was more an observation than an internal plea for sympathy, at least consciously. I was more interested in the time it had taken for me to adjust. My girlfriend for my freshman year in college broke up with me the week before school began. I asked why, but I knew already. She and I had come to college with different goals. Neither of us realized how serious the other had been, and it had caused some tension. We still went out, still fooled around, still hung out with different groups of friends. But we drifted apart and tried to...