4years. That’s how long you
have to learn how to succeed
in this so-called “real world”
our parents have been preparing
us for since conception.

The minute my mother
found out she was pregnant,
my father started putting away
for college. Of course, I chose
to go to TCU, so my “college
savings” lasted me about a
week… but a great week.
It seems
that all my
life I have
been preparing
for
this pivotal
moment.
I feel like
I should be crying or moping
around, or getting upset
and lashing out at my best
friends to push them away so
it’s easier for us to move on. I
feel like I should be singing
“A Moment Like This” from
America’s biggest talent show
at the end of my run. But for
some reason, this enormous
moment in my life doesn’t
seem to faze me much.
For those of us graduating
“on time,” we have major life
decisions to make. I’ll venture
to say that most people
take one of two paths: go into
the workforce or go to graduate,
medical or law school.
Some choose to “take a year
off” and travel, while the real
overachievers choose to move
back in with their parents.
For those who aren’t burnt
out on school or who haven’t
burned out their parents’
money or ability to apply for
student loans, there’s always