I'm nowhere near responsible enough to live away from home. I can't clean, drive, do my own laundry or cook anything besides Kraft Dinner. Remember, you're talking to a guy who can't tie his own shoelaces.
I cannot imagine myself enjoying these forthcoming two years very much. As said before, I could barely stay motivated when teachers were constantly leaning over my shoulder, so finishing assignments for professors to whom I'm just another nameless face will prove difficult, to say the least.
As far as friends go, a small handful of my 42 high school classmates are going to Algonquin, while the vast majority are bound for various universities. Given the size of the campus, I doubt I'll see any of them too often. Going from less than 200 fellow students between kindergarten to grade 12 to over 16,000 in college will also be quite an adjustment to make.