One of the best decisions I ever made was to get the hell out of the US in 2002 and go to McGill for my undergrad. Didn't know a soul and had never even met a Canadian before but ... c'est la aventure.
Yes, it's heavily alcohol fueled (and sponsored) but that's college. Some favorite memories include but are not limited to ...
The gorgeous old school buildings with marble floors and high ceilings, the creepy deco library that always smelled like feet, the underground walkways that connected the buildings and always made me feel like i was signing a death wish in a meager attempt to avoid the sub-zero temperatures above ground.
Ah...and I loved the people in the sociology department where I worked for 2 years in a work study program meant to support my student loans but instead supported my nights at Time and Vol de Nuit. Those wonderful Italian dames brought me food and bought me presents and let me do homework for $9 an hour.
tabernac!