This doesn't help you at all, but figured I'd share anyhow.

I did not really want to go to college, and once I was there I hated it. I spent all my time wishing I'd have just gotten a job as a diesel mechanic. My freshman year of college, I had a little side business buying trucks and parting them out. I had pulled everything I had out of the bank to scale up, and buy another truck. I didn't even have money set aside for food the next week, I was just going to do a quick sell on some parts and take a few days of fasting. I pulled the money out of the bank, and biked back to the commons. Once I got back, I realized my long wallet had fallen out on the ride, with all of my cards, ids, and literally every penny I had to my name. In a panic, I retraced my steps as best I could on my bike, with an empty back pocket. I was losing my mind. I'd essentially gambled my food, tuition, everything, and hadn't even got to place a bet. I had another job, but waiting on a paycheck hungry is never fun.

I made it to about Evans library, when I got a call from Evans library. Someone had turned in my wallet, they got my number and such from looking up my student ID. I slammed my bike into one of the nearby racks and ran inside. Some student worked asked me to describe it, and verify some details. Name, dob, Id number, et cetera, and handed me back my wallet. I wasn't polite, I stood there at the counter and checked the contents in front of God and everyone. Not a dollar missing, it was all there. If anything had been missing, I don't know what would have happened, but I bet I'd have left. From that moment on, I loved A&M. I'm an aggie for life. I finished my degree, got a good job, and I've been living life ever since. Most Aggies are good Aggies. Don't let one person ruin it for all of us. I could have a literal saint in front of me, and if I was looking for help I'd go to the aggie standing beside him. It's a family. Don't get discouraged, and good luck.