During my senior year at UT in 2002, my three roommates and I basically skipped three weeks of winter classes so that we could watch each and every curling match of the winter Olympics. School? Unnecessary, when you've got four dudes who have vowed to drop out, move to Canada, and start a curling team, with the goal of qualifying for the 2010 Olympics. Now we're all bankers and lawyers. Life kinda sucks like that.