Epitome of Disappointment.

Today, I woke up at 7:30 a.m. Anyone who knows me knows that I would typically never do such a thing on a day I don't have to be anywhere -- it's a struggle for me to wake up that early when I have to.

But I wanted to go Easter egg hunting, so I managed it. I was excited to walk around campus to find pastel-colored plastic eggs and stick them in my brightly colored Easter gift bag.

I found nothing.

There were no eggs left when the egg hunt started at 8 a.m. I walked around campus like a bright-eyed little girl, but as I continued to find only empty egg shells, I darkened. By the time I gave up, my self-esteem was devastated. I felt like the little kid who reached the piñata last at a birthday party and missed out on the candy.

And the reason for my soul-crushing experience? Cheating college kids who came out during the night and stole the eggs. I was so upset.

To make matters worse, as I was sitting in The George-Anne newsroom, I saw babies walking around campus. By babies, I mean 3-year-olds, but they are, they're babies. There were little girls walking around in Easter dresses and little boys in sweater vests with hope and excitement written all over there faces.

But they weren't going to find any. All because of college students who have no sense of honor.

This is not what the babies looked like.