Students, take heed. Ignore Roland O. Reed's letter ("Students 'waste' time, money through laziness," Jan. 15) and skip your 8 a.m. class.

Contrary to this acrid man's preaching, college is a four-year (or five or six) vacation from reality. Savor it to the last drop. Waste time, get drunk, go bowling, eat Taco Bell, get drunk again. Do it now, while you have the opportunity.

Believe me, you won't be able to do it again until retirement, and your liver won't be so friendly then. Hell, you can't even do it when you're 30 without making a goof of yourself. And if you don't believe me, just watch the alumni stumble around during homecoming.

The reason they do it? They want to be in your shoes, not Roland O. Grumpy's. You have the rest of your life to get up at the crack of dawn and slave until dusk. Why not spend these years drinking from dusk until dawn; you won't have that luxury again.

Trust me, I know. I'm almost as bitter as Whiny O. Reed and I've only been out of the game three years. Drink a beer, hook up with some hotties and drink some more. If you want, puke in your bed for good measure and then sleep through your 1 p.m. class.

Just remember to take a break from the party for the four days before finals and study. After all, it's about getting into a good graduate school these days anyway.